Weekend Wrap-Up Bullets
Saw Super 8 last night enjoying one of our new IMAX theaters for the first time. Haven’t seen an IMAX in YEARS and I can tell you this without a doubt: The movie would NOT have been as intense in a normal theater. I screamed, out loud, several times. Theater aside? I loved the movie. But it was WAY more outstanding as a great character story than as a sci-fi or fantasy or thriller or anything else. Those kids? And those Dads? Broke my heart. Great characters in that... Read More
I Listen To Things You Tell Me To Do…EVENTUALLY.
FINE. I did it. You all talked me into it. It doesn’t take much, we all know, for me to join an internet trend. Usually I jump on before it’s even a trend so I can be an Internet Hipster like that. But since I just really picked up my reading habits after getting a Kindle, I put off the Good Reads thing. Until now. I doubt I’ll put a huge effort into logging in ALL the books I’ve read onto there, but when one pops up on some else’s list that I’ve... Read More
Things My Kids Said That Totally Would Have Made Me Snort Fluids Out My Nose Had I Been Drinking Anything
Wes is a sleeper. On the weekends he’ll sometimes sleep 7pm-9am and then take a 3-hour nap during the day. On Monday, however, he was awake and crying early. This is weird as I usually have to drag him out of bed on the weekdays. “What woke you up, Wes?” “The tomato sirens!” Nikki went with me yesterday to a makeover session that I won during a boot camp drawing last month. When I was walking out to my car feeling all glamorous I looked down at... Read More
Ice, Ice, Baby.
I was slow to start using Instagram because some of my favorite bloggers/photographers use it so much that I have grown to miss their regular camera photography. However…it’s a great tool to add spice to an otherwise boring photo. And I really needed to use this photo here to show you exactly how I managed to turn a crappy injury into the STUPIDEST OUCHIE EVER. What this picture is showing you is me: Icing my shin splint. I get anterolateral shin splints, which is... Read More
What Kind of Playground Parent Are You?
It took Wes awhile to get to this point on this particular jungle gym. I had to coach him how to rotate once he got to the top and I was REALLY trying to encourage him to STOP ALREADY. YOU ARE FREAKING ME OUT. But he was determined, so I stood under waiting to catch him if he slipped. But he did it. Without so much as a push from me. Nikki has always been fearless, so with her it’s always been about the coaching or the telling her point-blank: NO. YOU ARE TOO LITTLE.... Read More
