Sunday, February 28, 2010

rockin' the glasses

I just read the caption of a photo that a "friend" posted on a popular online social networking site and spit my coffee right out onto my keyboard. Took me a minute to get things cleaned up, but then I had to write about it quick. Like now.

The picture is of another "friend" and she's wearing her glasses, the one's she has been wearing since preschool, as she is legally blind. She's gorgeous to begin with and the sexy librarian black plastic glasses turn her into a school boy fantasy for every grown man she meets. I'm sure of that now.
The caption : "So-and-so rockin' the glasses"

Yep, she's rockin' em, you toolbag. She's also rockin' the eyesight.

Which one of you is blind?

Saturday, February 27, 2010

What a week!

So glad to have Saturday morning arrive covered in the white stuff... and nowhere to go for hours and hours. The trees are all white and the world is a beautiful and silent place. A nice long walk is in order. Mind clearing is imperative!
This last 5 days has been a non-stop running, shopping (only in February!), scary moments (mom and the purse snatcher), and great family moments with laughter and smiles. I live for those, so few and far between, now that teen angst has all but taken over my house and life. We ate dinner out as a family, no one was somewhere else. Of course, we took out a second mortgage to pay for the meal, but it was worth it.
Last night we all went to the Sharks game, too. What a great time! I get rowdy and my boys are looking at me like I'm insane. We're here, and I'm going to scream and jump up and down when the good guys score! It took them until the second period to warm up, but, once they did, they were nearly as excited as I was. (lets face it, I might be a little too excited, but that's me)
All in all, on this late February day, I am able to appreciate the small things. I feel good inside and mostly out, too. The lower back stuff is a real bitch, but I am doing the pt exercises and the pain is not so severe.
I'm happy. Relaxed.

Monday, February 22, 2010

something good

Baby Spinach
Red Peppers
Roasted Garlic cloves
Crispy Bacon
Creamy Garlic Parmesan Dressing

Soooooo good... and the spinach cancels out the bacon, so don't worry:)
If you think you don't like spinach, try this salad and it will change your mind. Gotta get those leafy greens into your diet!

Friday, February 19, 2010

ice time

It's been a long week of driving around the state for hockey games and feeding hungry boys who are home on school vacation. I can't wait until Monday... they will go back to school and I will lay around in my jammies and bask in the silence.
Monday, glorious Monday.

Monday, February 15, 2010

devil's apprentice

I need some inspiration. Should I buy a sewing machine? Run away to France? Stab someone and paint a pretty picture with their blood?
So many choices...

Friday, February 12, 2010


Last night, while picking up the new rug at Homegoods, I decided to browse around for some new flatware. I am quite sick of having to wash a spoon in the morning so that I can eat my yogurt. I want to open the drawer and see 10 spoons waiting there for me! And, this time, none of that crap from the dollar store. Homegoods is my ticket to all things better. I know they will have something gorgeous for me that I can actually afford to buy. Right?
You cannot believe the size of cutlery these days. The spoons are HUGE! The "teaspoon" in 8 out of ten sets was the size of the tablespoons we have now. The other two sets were hideous.
This is just another example of the fattening of America. American (Chinese made, of course, but the people in China would feed a family of four from one of our 12" gut busters) dinner plates are huge, and now the flatware has caught up so that you don't notice the ridiculous amount of food you are literally SHOVELING into your gob!
Americans love all things bigger, unfortunately, most of us don't have the brain to question whether bigger is actually better. I'm glad I do.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


I was talking to my friend A the other day and she was saying that she is scared of change, whether good or bad, and doesn't handle it well.
She couldn't pinpoint it, but I am guessing it has something to do with seeing a lot of change in her childhood. I make this judgement because I saw little change in my childhood, and, as an adult, I not only handle it quite well, I welcome it. I would rearrange the living room every other day if the furniture wasn't so heavy.
In in seven years, I have moved 5 times and it hasn't bothered me in the least. No sadness, just packing and unpacking. I've lost a lot of stuff, but I have no sentimental attachment to stuff anymore. A divorce and 5 moves will take care of any sentimentality you might be hanging on to! It's actually kind of a relief to be free of all those boxes.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this one, but, A, if you're reading, I'm here for ya. I'll help you get through the change. I'm practically an expert. And I love you.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010


you should be grateful for what you have.
you should do this.
you should do that.
this should be more fun.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

one, two

I want to go to bat for him, I really do. There's just no cause, other than helping him suffer the least possible consequences every time he screws up. I'm having a hard time getting behind that one. I don't think it's going to serve him to always "get away" with everything without a little suffering. It's the suffering that learns you the lesson, after all. Isn't it?
I'm so torn. I just don't have that sappy mothering instinct that protects the little birds from every little bump and bruise. I let my kids fall down. I don't think it was a conscious decision, but more a necessity with three boys always running around bashing themselves into things. How do you pick which one to save when they are all crashing at once! It's not that I want them to feel pain... but what can I do?
And, when they decide to slide down the railing, even after you've warned them 1,000 times not to, they'll smash their tiny balls and cry and maybe even decide not to do that again. (after 4 more tries or so)
Every time the boy screws up, some school official steps up and throws a pillow under his ass.
"Oh, sweetie, you want to do absolutely nothing buy disrupt your classes and fail 8th grade? Ok, go ahead, try harder at the high school!"
This will set what kind of fucking standard? I can only do so much here at home when you all at school are making me look unfairly demanding on my child. If you say that failing grades mean immediate suspension from the team, then stand behind that! No, you are short of decent players this year, so you bench him for one week. And, you expect me to drive him the 60 miles round trip to the rink twice this week so that he can sit in his shirt and tie and watch the team play. The punishment is on me?
No, sir, sorry. That's not how we're going to be doing this. If you cant stand behind your word, I'll do it for you.