RANDOM OBSESSION
So I'm not quite sure where I was or what I was doing in 2005 but apparently I missed the release of this Coldplay song. I don't know what it is about this song, but among many things, it brings out the air guitar playin' fool in me. The video is good, not great (except the part when the song accelerates and the crowd is on their feet singing and you see Chris Martin let out a sweet, modest smile . . . 4:23 minutes into the video to be exact). He's humble, proud, slightly surprised, hoping he remembers the rest of the song, trying to control his goosebumps, wondering if he should let the crowd take over, telling himself to act like he's been there before like his buddies Garth and Bono . . . wondering why he doesn't have Paige T. Sullivan as his life coach. Yet amazingly he gets through the song flawlessly, and almost 4 years later he has a new fan.
2.25.2009
2.24.2009
IF I COULD SEWI found these fabulous clutches by Kailo Chic
and thought that they would make fun gifts for my girlfriends. I love the bold and bright patterns.2.18.2009
NOT EXACTLY A TEA PARTYIn an attempt to take a wild departure from our dinner routine, I decided it would be fun to have a "picnic" with the girls... we'd pull out a blanket, find our fabulous tea cups for sipping some delicious peach-orange-mango fruit juice, and eat dinner in the living room. I was unsuccessful at finding the tea cups (and feeling much pressure to perform once the announcement had been made that we were going to be dining on the floor), and grabbed the first thing that I saw . . .
So it's not exactly what I had in mind (nor Parker apparently), but it worked. And eventually the shame that I felt for using martini glasses as a substitute for tea cups was overshadowed by the excitement on their faces when I handed them their "big girl" glasses. According to them, it was a fabulous tea party.
2.16.2009
ROMANCE
Here is one of my favorite photos of my parents. It was taken in Hawaii where my dad was serving in the U.S. Navy as an officer and my mom was working as a registered nurse at a local hospital. They met on a blind date.
I've always wondered who took this photo and if they knew just how much they captured.
2.12.2009
JUST BEING A MOM?
At a recent gathering with a group of women we discussed the issue of guilt. More specifically, we talked about how (and why) moms feel guilty when they leave their children in the sole care of their husbands (ie: when they walk out the door to meet up with some girlfriends to catch up over a half dozen bottles of wine and not enough food). There was one woman who said that she truly feels no guilt when she walks out the door (God love ya, Michelle), but most of us agreed that we all felt a little guilty "imposing" on our husbands when we pass the baton to them. My question is, does this type of guilt come hand-in-hand with being a mom, or is it a personality trait? Either way, I wish I could break free from it. At least every once and a while.
My most recent experience with this occurred just this past week. My disclaimer to what I'm about to say is that it had been one of the longest weeks with the kids. We've got croup, snotty noses, dry coughs, fevers, no appetite (mom aside . . .of course), grumps, lack of sleep, no pre-school (I've gotten good at wall climbing), pneumonia, cling-to-my-leg-all-day-like-a shin-guard behavior, strawberries to dip, Dr. appointments to make, ear infections, medicine to pick up, milk to get, and valentines for school to make. I chose to delegate the last task to my husband the other night. It was just a quick trip to the store (with toddler in tow) to purchase white card stock and valentine treats for goody bags. I delegated-- partly because I was exhausted, but mostly because I was still wearing the same thing I wore to bed the previous night (what, that's not charming?). The second that I asked him to do this for me I started to feel guilty. I then started to wonder how long it was going to take him to get Tierney out of her princess dress, shoes, pearls and hat and into something presentable. Should I help if it meant they'd get out the door faster? Because I'm pretty sure Simon and Garfunkel had already started singing "The Sound of Silence" in my ear. Move, move, move! I felt guilty because I was sending my husband off to the store on an empty stomach. I felt guilty because it was almost 7:00 at night and this task was probably the last thing he felt like doing. I felt guilty because I knew how much energy it would take to charge through this Valentines day adventure. I felt guilty because I know what it's like to take a toddler to the grocery store. I feel guilty because the entire time he was away I was doing everything but scrubbing the floors (and my armpits).
But once the troops were out the door and on their way to complete the mission, I was just fine. I was going to be okay. And so I poured myself a glass of wine and enjoyed my guilt-free moment. Because I knew it wouldn't last long.
At a recent gathering with a group of women we discussed the issue of guilt. More specifically, we talked about how (and why) moms feel guilty when they leave their children in the sole care of their husbands (ie: when they walk out the door to meet up with some girlfriends to catch up over a half dozen bottles of wine and not enough food). There was one woman who said that she truly feels no guilt when she walks out the door (God love ya, Michelle), but most of us agreed that we all felt a little guilty "imposing" on our husbands when we pass the baton to them. My question is, does this type of guilt come hand-in-hand with being a mom, or is it a personality trait? Either way, I wish I could break free from it. At least every once and a while.
My most recent experience with this occurred just this past week. My disclaimer to what I'm about to say is that it had been one of the longest weeks with the kids. We've got croup, snotty noses, dry coughs, fevers, no appetite (mom aside . . .of course), grumps, lack of sleep, no pre-school (I've gotten good at wall climbing), pneumonia, cling-to-my-leg-all-day-like-a shin-guard behavior, strawberries to dip, Dr. appointments to make, ear infections, medicine to pick up, milk to get, and valentines for school to make. I chose to delegate the last task to my husband the other night. It was just a quick trip to the store (with toddler in tow) to purchase white card stock and valentine treats for goody bags. I delegated-- partly because I was exhausted, but mostly because I was still wearing the same thing I wore to bed the previous night (what, that's not charming?). The second that I asked him to do this for me I started to feel guilty. I then started to wonder how long it was going to take him to get Tierney out of her princess dress, shoes, pearls and hat and into something presentable. Should I help if it meant they'd get out the door faster? Because I'm pretty sure Simon and Garfunkel had already started singing "The Sound of Silence" in my ear. Move, move, move! I felt guilty because I was sending my husband off to the store on an empty stomach. I felt guilty because it was almost 7:00 at night and this task was probably the last thing he felt like doing. I felt guilty because I knew how much energy it would take to charge through this Valentines day adventure. I felt guilty because I know what it's like to take a toddler to the grocery store. I feel guilty because the entire time he was away I was doing everything but scrubbing the floors (and my armpits).
But once the troops were out the door and on their way to complete the mission, I was just fine. I was going to be okay. And so I poured myself a glass of wine and enjoyed my guilt-free moment. Because I knew it wouldn't last long.
2.04.2009
A SUBTLE HINT?
My brother Andy recently tried to find a You Tube video of chimpanzees playing hockey that he had seen recently on TV. Although he couldn't find the one he was looking for, this was one he found. As I was watching the video, I couldn't help but wonder if this was his subtle way of telling me that this is how I look when I play hockey. Is that why you're keeping my stick so short, Andy?
My brother Andy recently tried to find a You Tube video of chimpanzees playing hockey that he had seen recently on TV. Although he couldn't find the one he was looking for, this was one he found. As I was watching the video, I couldn't help but wonder if this was his subtle way of telling me that this is how I look when I play hockey. Is that why you're keeping my stick so short, Andy?
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