Angelina Jolie is first place for ‘Beauty Icon of the Decade’.
This was the result from new poll in the U.K.
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Jennifer Aniston is second place in ‘Beauty Icon of the Decade’
Angelina Jolie is first place for ‘Beauty Icon of the Decade’.
This was the result from new poll in the U.K.
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Random Thoughts on Doggie Doo on a Rainy Day
**You are reading a re-post. This is from last August when I had maybe 6 followers. I am running low on energy & inspiration lately, so here you go!
Sometimes I can't help but think there's no greater indignity than standing out in the pouring rain holding an umbrella over one's doggie while he has diarrhea.
I suppose many people would just let their doggies have diarrhea in the rain and not worry about it, but I felt bad for said doggie and moreover I just paid a small fortune for him to be groomed and bathed yesterday.
And then, of course, the resulting futility when one tries to scoop up the doggie diarrhea from the yard.
Why scoop, you may ask. Well, I have little children who like to frolic in the yard. And I think if someone stepped in doggie doo (fresh or otherwise), I'd feel compelled to throw away that tainted pair of shoes. So gross.
I often wonder what Monster, our mini poodle, thinks of me as I hover over him while he poops, checking my plastic bag for holes as I pull it over my hand. Surely he must imagine himself some sort of deity as I bow down to handle his droppings.
I also often wonder what the neighbors think of me.... do they peek out of their windows while I'm traipsing about in the yard with a handful of plastic bags, muttering curse words under my breath like some crazy lady?
Sometimes I can't help but think there's no greater indignity than standing out in the pouring rain holding an umbrella over one's doggie while he has diarrhea.
I suppose many people would just let their doggies have diarrhea in the rain and not worry about it, but I felt bad for said doggie and moreover I just paid a small fortune for him to be groomed and bathed yesterday.
And then, of course, the resulting futility when one tries to scoop up the doggie diarrhea from the yard.
Why scoop, you may ask. Well, I have little children who like to frolic in the yard. And I think if someone stepped in doggie doo (fresh or otherwise), I'd feel compelled to throw away that tainted pair of shoes. So gross.
I often wonder what Monster, our mini poodle, thinks of me as I hover over him while he poops, checking my plastic bag for holes as I pull it over my hand. Surely he must imagine himself some sort of deity as I bow down to handle his droppings.
I also often wonder what the neighbors think of me.... do they peek out of their windows while I'm traipsing about in the yard with a handful of plastic bags, muttering curse words under my breath like some crazy lady?
Monday, December 28, 2009
Jennifer Aniston dating with two Josh?
Jennifer Aniston won't feel lonely. She is dating with two men at the same time. Lucky her. One is singer Josh Groban and another guy is actor Josh Hopkins.
Star magazine reported (via Celebitchy.com):
“Jen’s mood has changed so much lately – for the best,” an insider tells Star. “She’s gushing about all the guys she’s dating and about how much fun she’s having! Jen was glowing when she hugged Josh. They chatted for more than 20 minutes, and she smiled the whole time, ignoring everyone else. “
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Japanese Toilets Come to Christmas at My Dad's House --Guest Post by my brother, Kevin
**I must preface this by saying that my dad and his partner, Kory, visited Japan a while back and fell in love with the toilets there, which normal people like us would describe as bidets. They loved them so much in fact, that when they recently moved to their new home in Mississippi, they installed several of them. Pictured is the control panel for said toilets. Sadly the flash impairs your ability to read the orange button, but all you need know for the sake of this guest post is that it reads, "STOP!" Read on for my brother Kevin's review of these novel items. Yours truly was too afraid to try them out, but I knew I could count on Kevin. While you all know I love being green and this contraption eliminates the need for toilet paper, I just can't seem to climb on board. Would love to know your thoughts. Thank you, Kevin!
Gross. Disgusting. Revolting. Repulsive. Trained from an early age to confine bowel movements to prison cells of embarrassment built with bricks of shame, it’s no small wonder that some people - mainly dudes - actually grow to appreciate the art of defecation. Being such a dude, I relished the opportunity to refine my excretory experience during the Christmas holiday.
I arrived at my dad’s house in Hattiesburg as the obnoxious nuclear explosion of morning light settled into a far more acceptable afternoon radiance. Waking up before noon weathers away the soul, sure and steady as the wave conquers the rock. But Christmas Day would provide a pleasant (mostly) distraction from such negative morning analogies in the form of my squealing, smiling, crying, and giggling twin nieces. Their youthful exuberance kept everyone busy throughout the day until dinner. The piping hot, butter-rich holiday meal was devoured and little four-year-old girl toots signaled its satisfying conclusion.
At this point, the 27 year-old man gas in my stomach foreshadowed a momentous and potentially impressive waste evacuation. As if she sensed the impending destruction, my dear sister, awestruck by the complexity of the control panel, nay, command console, in the downstairs water closet, double-dared me to test drive the Japanese mechatoilet. Why not use a regular toilet the reader might ask? A lesser man might have done just that, but I am my father’s son and his sense of adventure and exploration is now my own. I would see that inheritance done proper and magnificent justice.
I number two’d in the classical manner and it was indeed of substantial consequence. Let me describe the aftermath and the toilet’s role in the ensuing reconstruction.
Things do not always work out the way in which one would expect. For example, I would expect a smart toilet to understand the delicacy of my chode. Perhaps some men and women are born with steel perineums and are referred to as Japanese. Mine, however, is constructed of mere flesh and sensitive nerve endings. Therefore, a default setting of maximum warp for the built-in bidet is not recommended for the average American user. Furthermore, the rear cleansing button showed a small one legged and armless man’s flat ass being softly sprayed by water droplets. Dots signify droplets. Perhaps the manufacturer failed to find clip-art for relentless fire hydrant-style butt-shower of pain. To be fair, one can adjust the pressure, but I wanted to experience the full measure of this device. One should keep his or her finger firmly planted on the STOP button when testing its limits. As for “Front Cleansing”...what is it for? I assume it’s only for girls because it wasn’t comfortable and I would prefer not to elaborate. The dryer, however, was the saving grace of the contraption. Like an angel whispering into your butt, the terrible memory of the abusive fire hydrant and its subsequent disastrous flood was all but erased by this angelic voice. The experience came to a conclusion and I exited the lavatory a cleaner and wiser man.
Gross. Disgusting. Revolting. Repulsive. Trained from an early age to confine bowel movements to prison cells of embarrassment built with bricks of shame, it’s no small wonder that some people - mainly dudes - actually grow to appreciate the art of defecation. Being such a dude, I relished the opportunity to refine my excretory experience during the Christmas holiday.
I arrived at my dad’s house in Hattiesburg as the obnoxious nuclear explosion of morning light settled into a far more acceptable afternoon radiance. Waking up before noon weathers away the soul, sure and steady as the wave conquers the rock. But Christmas Day would provide a pleasant (mostly) distraction from such negative morning analogies in the form of my squealing, smiling, crying, and giggling twin nieces. Their youthful exuberance kept everyone busy throughout the day until dinner. The piping hot, butter-rich holiday meal was devoured and little four-year-old girl toots signaled its satisfying conclusion.
At this point, the 27 year-old man gas in my stomach foreshadowed a momentous and potentially impressive waste evacuation. As if she sensed the impending destruction, my dear sister, awestruck by the complexity of the control panel, nay, command console, in the downstairs water closet, double-dared me to test drive the Japanese mechatoilet. Why not use a regular toilet the reader might ask? A lesser man might have done just that, but I am my father’s son and his sense of adventure and exploration is now my own. I would see that inheritance done proper and magnificent justice.
I number two’d in the classical manner and it was indeed of substantial consequence. Let me describe the aftermath and the toilet’s role in the ensuing reconstruction.
Things do not always work out the way in which one would expect. For example, I would expect a smart toilet to understand the delicacy of my chode. Perhaps some men and women are born with steel perineums and are referred to as Japanese. Mine, however, is constructed of mere flesh and sensitive nerve endings. Therefore, a default setting of maximum warp for the built-in bidet is not recommended for the average American user. Furthermore, the rear cleansing button showed a small one legged and armless man’s flat ass being softly sprayed by water droplets. Dots signify droplets. Perhaps the manufacturer failed to find clip-art for relentless fire hydrant-style butt-shower of pain. To be fair, one can adjust the pressure, but I wanted to experience the full measure of this device. One should keep his or her finger firmly planted on the STOP button when testing its limits. As for “Front Cleansing”...what is it for? I assume it’s only for girls because it wasn’t comfortable and I would prefer not to elaborate. The dryer, however, was the saving grace of the contraption. Like an angel whispering into your butt, the terrible memory of the abusive fire hydrant and its subsequent disastrous flood was all but erased by this angelic voice. The experience came to a conclusion and I exited the lavatory a cleaner and wiser man.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Jennifer Aniston plans to convert to Kabbalah
Jennifer Aniston plans to convert to Kabbalah. She became interested in this religion from her friend Kabbalah devotee Demi Moore.
Another celebrity that converted to Kabbalah is Gwyneth Paltrow. She is also friend of Aniston.
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Friday, December 25, 2009
big snow and we're missing it.
Just talked to Hubs and Kansas City is getting hammered with blizzard-like conditions and big time snow. We haven't had a BIG snow (8+ inches) in years and I'm missing it (so are the girls). What's even more worrisome is that we may not be able to get home tomorrow.
Merry Christmas to those who are celebrating!
Merry Christmas to those who are celebrating!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Jennifer Anistob spent her Christmas Eve with best friend Courteney
Jennifer Aniston won't be alone during Christmas Eve. She will be spending the festival with her best friend Courteney Cox and her family.
She tells Britain's Heat magazine, "I'll be meeting up with my best friend Courteney and her husband and their daughter, Coco, who's my goddaughter, for our annual Christmas Eve dinner. We've been doing it for the past few years at one of our favorite Beverly Hills steakhouses."
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She tells Britain's Heat magazine, "I'll be meeting up with my best friend Courteney and her husband and their daughter, Coco, who's my goddaughter, for our annual Christmas Eve dinner. We've been doing it for the past few years at one of our favorite Beverly Hills steakhouses."
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10 Reasons Not To Travel With Young Children, or Remind me NEVER TO DO THIS AGAIN
1.) Parents generally have routines for their own sanity a reason. When kids fall out of their routines, you unleash all sorts of demons it's not pretty. It gets all kinds of ugly. Ugly like you ain't never seen before. They're whiny and tired and uncooperative. But wait, is that so different from the rest of the time?
2.) Little kids do not comprehend the concept of running to catch a connecting flight. Said kids begin to cry, stop cold in their tracks, and ask to be carried from gate D 5 to gate D 35. Impossible when I am already schlepping my purse, carry on, their jackets, etc. Not to mention they weigh 30 pounds each.We made it just.in.time. Lucky for them.
3.) Kids regress when traveling. Kids who previously slept through the night now suddenly wake every 2-3 hours. It's deja vu. Only no more bottles/nighttime feedings. One child also decides it's a good idea to poop in her pull-up one morning at 6 a.m., which literally hasn't happened in a year and a half. REGRESSION, I tell ya. It's super fun.
4.) When I go home to New Orleans, I like tobooze it up at my favorite old haunts catch up with old friends and stay out sorta late and act like I have a life. But then I come back to mom's house, fall into bed after midnight, only to be awakened at 2 a.m. and 5 a.m. (see # 3). So while I do have a free babysitter (thanks, mom!), I probably should have come home earlier and gotten more rest.
5.) Little kids don't get that those plane rides carried us far, far away from home. Little kids are asking to go to Winstead's for lunch, but lo and behold, WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE. There is no Winstead's in New Orleans. Fortunately there are plenty of other places to get greasy kiddie food like burgers and fries.
6.) A normal one-hour plane ride is not a big deal. Until you have two little children, one sitting on either side of you. Sammiches and snacks I packed last approximately 5-7 minutes (they're done before the plane has even taken off). Then we can chew some gum until someone spits hers into the aisle, forcing me to unbuckle myself to grab it before it bonds with the flight attendant's black pumps. We have a portable dvd player, but the plane engine is too loud, so we need to use headphones. Only the headphones keep popping off, they are pinching, blah blah blah. Then they're thirsty and hungry again and asking "Are we there yet?" every 2.5 minutes. One-hour flight feels like four by the time the flight attendant hands me my Mommy Juice. Best $7 I ever spent.
7.) Not only do you have to deal with the plane ride to your destination, but more plane rides to get back home. And there is no direct flight from KC to NOLA. So two flights each way. Double the pleasure, double the fun.
8.) Every time we fly I have to re-instill fear of airplane bathrooms. I refuse to take my kids into one unless it's a dire emergency. Too small, too gross, and I can almost see the bacteria multiplying before my eyes as my children touch every surface. They may as well lick the floor in there.
9.) Even grandparents get tired. It's nice for me to get a little break and have extra hands, but even the most doting grandma gets exhausted by the antics of three kids (my two plus my niece).
10.) The prep, packing, and accumulating exhaustion can sometimes outweigh any pleasure the trip brings. Sometimes I just ask myself, "Is it worth it?" I don't know. I do know it can only get easier....and I'm ready for that.
2.) Little kids do not comprehend the concept of running to catch a connecting flight. Said kids begin to cry, stop cold in their tracks, and ask to be carried from gate D 5 to gate D 35. Impossible when I am already schlepping my purse, carry on, their jackets, etc. Not to mention they weigh 30 pounds each.We made it just.in.time. Lucky for them.
3.) Kids regress when traveling. Kids who previously slept through the night now suddenly wake every 2-3 hours. It's deja vu. Only no more bottles/nighttime feedings. One child also decides it's a good idea to poop in her pull-up one morning at 6 a.m., which literally hasn't happened in a year and a half. REGRESSION, I tell ya. It's super fun.
4.) When I go home to New Orleans, I like to
5.) Little kids don't get that those plane rides carried us far, far away from home. Little kids are asking to go to Winstead's for lunch, but lo and behold, WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE. There is no Winstead's in New Orleans. Fortunately there are plenty of other places to get greasy kiddie food like burgers and fries.
6.) A normal one-hour plane ride is not a big deal. Until you have two little children, one sitting on either side of you. Sammiches and snacks I packed last approximately 5-7 minutes (they're done before the plane has even taken off). Then we can chew some gum until someone spits hers into the aisle, forcing me to unbuckle myself to grab it before it bonds with the flight attendant's black pumps. We have a portable dvd player, but the plane engine is too loud, so we need to use headphones. Only the headphones keep popping off, they are pinching, blah blah blah. Then they're thirsty and hungry again and asking "Are we there yet?" every 2.5 minutes. One-hour flight feels like four by the time the flight attendant hands me my Mommy Juice. Best $7 I ever spent.
7.) Not only do you have to deal with the plane ride to your destination, but more plane rides to get back home. And there is no direct flight from KC to NOLA. So two flights each way. Double the pleasure, double the fun.
8.) Every time we fly I have to re-instill fear of airplane bathrooms. I refuse to take my kids into one unless it's a dire emergency. Too small, too gross, and I can almost see the bacteria multiplying before my eyes as my children touch every surface. They may as well lick the floor in there.
9.) Even grandparents get tired. It's nice for me to get a little break and have extra hands, but even the most doting grandma gets exhausted by the antics of three kids (my two plus my niece).
10.) The prep, packing, and accumulating exhaustion can sometimes outweigh any pleasure the trip brings. Sometimes I just ask myself, "Is it worth it?" I don't know. I do know it can only get easier....and I'm ready for that.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Not Me Monday
I am stealing from Good Girl Gone Redneck and MckMama. I'm not sure I'm going to do this right because this is my first effort.
It was surely not me who allowed my children to watch cartoons half the day on Saturday, as I was still recovering from the debacle that was Friday. It was also not me who let them skip a bath 2 nights in a row because I had zero energy and didn't feel like dealing with it. But it's winter time and it's not like they're that dirty. Or at least this is the lie I'm telling myself.
It is most definitely not me who is packing candy, gum, and other goodies for the plane ride tomorrow. It is certainly not me who is charging up the portable dvd player. We leave tomorrow for New Orleans (just me and the girls) to visit my family for a few days. I am not looking forward to the plane rides & layovers, but I am excited about having some
It is not me who is suffering from some yucky upper respiratory bug causing me to hack up a lung and lose my voice. It is not me who is looking forward to bedtime so I can take the magic syrup hubby prescribed that
It is not me who just hauled my empty trash cans back in, then came inside to make a sammich without remembering to wash my hands first.
It is not me who has bailed out of Jazzercise 15 minutes early the last THREE times I've gone.
It is not me who can't fit into my pants. It is not my fault, it is my stupid endocrinologist's fault for lowering my dosage of Synthroid to make me fat.
It is not me who went shopping for other people yet came home with a few things for myself.
It is not me who tore through my copy of Precious by Sapphire, thinking to myself how lucky I am. It is not me who sobbed and snotted everywhere and guiltily realized that things can always be worse. Much, much worse.
And now, dear friends, I bid you farewell. If I don't
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
friday freak out. fabulous FAIL.
my kids are screaming. i can't think."if you pinch me one more time abby, i'm going to tell mommy!" then laughter. "it's NOT FUNNY!" crayola markers being thrown on the floor. rolling around, under furniture. i sigh loudly. i'm staying silent, trying to ignore.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
the dishwasher needs to be emptied. the laundry needs to be folded. "mommy, will you help me with this?" no, i cannot. no, i will not. all i want is five minutes where no one's screaming at me, no one's hitting, no one's pinching or tattling or whining or crying or stomping across the floor in a fit of red anger. five minutes. in five minutes i could take a quick shower. in five minutes i could regain my composure. in five minutes i could have a glass of wine to steady myself. in five minutes i could crap in peace, i could walk the dog, i could unload the dishwasher. in five minutes i could call a friend. in five minutes i could pluck my eyebrows into submission or maybe shave my legs for a change. just five minutes of utter and complete silence. and of possibly doing nothing at all, just wallowing in the sheer glory of it.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
suddenly in the midst of mayhem and madness, "mommy, i love you." what, is it a ploy to get me to forget all the drama that's rolling right on through here like a mack truck? it's crushing me and soffocating me and i feel like i will be a prisoner forever.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
"DON'T DARE SAY THAT!" abby yells. izzy shrivels up and starts fake crying. can't handle it. "mommy, abby was being naughty." abby says, "Don't DARE say that i was being naughty, i was just COLORING."
the words are echoing and magnifying and ricocheting and most likely seeping out from underneath the doors. the neighbors surely hear and pause while they are walking by. izzy says, "mommy, abby needs a time out." there is dried peanut butter around her mouth and a small hole in her sock.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
"mommy?" "what?" "do you have any picture books for me to put my pictures of belle i colored in?" " we'll put them in your art box later," i say. "NOT later, NOW, PLEASE! she shouts. she wipes her runny nose with her sleeve, leaving a trail of snot across one cheek. "not right now." "WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?" she won't stop the word. broken record. word word word. why why why. i am drifting off, away, putting distance between my Self and this thing that is my life now and this little girl in front of me. "mommy, you're gonna be in big trouble of yelling," she says. "oh really?" i say. "mommy, i'm sorry for yelling at you." "abby, i'm sorry for yelling at you, too." "that's okay mommy, but just don't do it again."
i am out of stamps. we are out of dog food. i need to write a million thank-you notes from the girls' birthday party last weekend. and if someone says "mommy" (followed by a need that is imaginary or needless) one more time i am going to kill myself.
i am going to fill up the tub with water so hot i can barely stand it. and i will lower myself in and drink some diet coke and maybe smoke a cigarette (not really but i can pretend). and somehow the screaming senselessness of it all will float away like dreams on the edge of waking. i am powerless. i am a mother. i don't know what i am. i am. i am. i am. maybe if i keep saying it it will mean something.
a neighbor just came over with holiday goodies for us. such a nice man. i wanted to cry and say, "you have no idea what you just walked into." i'm wearing dirty sweatpants. he's talking to me about normal things and the whole time in my head i'm wondering what must he be thinking of me and what i look like and all the markers thrown everywhere and my dirty hair?
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
i'm talking to him and abby has helped herself to some cookies. crumbs dribbling off onto the floor. the dog is licking them up. the floor is sticky. she has crumbs in her hair. the counter is littered with crumbs. crumbs crumbs crumbs, you say a word over and over so many times that it stops having meaning. like me. i've stopped meaning anything. am i? am i? am i?
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
the dishwasher needs to be emptied. the laundry needs to be folded. "mommy, will you help me with this?" no, i cannot. no, i will not. all i want is five minutes where no one's screaming at me, no one's hitting, no one's pinching or tattling or whining or crying or stomping across the floor in a fit of red anger. five minutes. in five minutes i could take a quick shower. in five minutes i could regain my composure. in five minutes i could have a glass of wine to steady myself. in five minutes i could crap in peace, i could walk the dog, i could unload the dishwasher. in five minutes i could call a friend. in five minutes i could pluck my eyebrows into submission or maybe shave my legs for a change. just five minutes of utter and complete silence. and of possibly doing nothing at all, just wallowing in the sheer glory of it.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
suddenly in the midst of mayhem and madness, "mommy, i love you." what, is it a ploy to get me to forget all the drama that's rolling right on through here like a mack truck? it's crushing me and soffocating me and i feel like i will be a prisoner forever.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
"DON'T DARE SAY THAT!" abby yells. izzy shrivels up and starts fake crying. can't handle it. "mommy, abby was being naughty." abby says, "Don't DARE say that i was being naughty, i was just COLORING."
the words are echoing and magnifying and ricocheting and most likely seeping out from underneath the doors. the neighbors surely hear and pause while they are walking by. izzy says, "mommy, abby needs a time out." there is dried peanut butter around her mouth and a small hole in her sock.
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
"mommy?" "what?" "do you have any picture books for me to put my pictures of belle i colored in?" " we'll put them in your art box later," i say. "NOT later, NOW, PLEASE! she shouts. she wipes her runny nose with her sleeve, leaving a trail of snot across one cheek. "not right now." "WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?" she won't stop the word. broken record. word word word. why why why. i am drifting off, away, putting distance between my Self and this thing that is my life now and this little girl in front of me. "mommy, you're gonna be in big trouble of yelling," she says. "oh really?" i say. "mommy, i'm sorry for yelling at you." "abby, i'm sorry for yelling at you, too." "that's okay mommy, but just don't do it again."
i am out of stamps. we are out of dog food. i need to write a million thank-you notes from the girls' birthday party last weekend. and if someone says "mommy" (followed by a need that is imaginary or needless) one more time i am going to kill myself.
i am going to fill up the tub with water so hot i can barely stand it. and i will lower myself in and drink some diet coke and maybe smoke a cigarette (not really but i can pretend). and somehow the screaming senselessness of it all will float away like dreams on the edge of waking. i am powerless. i am a mother. i don't know what i am. i am. i am. i am. maybe if i keep saying it it will mean something.
a neighbor just came over with holiday goodies for us. such a nice man. i wanted to cry and say, "you have no idea what you just walked into." i'm wearing dirty sweatpants. he's talking to me about normal things and the whole time in my head i'm wondering what must he be thinking of me and what i look like and all the markers thrown everywhere and my dirty hair?
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
i'm talking to him and abby has helped herself to some cookies. crumbs dribbling off onto the floor. the dog is licking them up. the floor is sticky. she has crumbs in her hair. the counter is littered with crumbs. crumbs crumbs crumbs, you say a word over and over so many times that it stops having meaning. like me. i've stopped meaning anything. am i? am i? am i?
my hair is dirty. i'm tired. i can't think.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
10 Things that Make Me Happy
The very sweet Noelle over at Elastic Waistbands and Comfortable Shoes tagged me in this little game. It should go without saying that you should immediately go visit her and become a follower. Same holds true for the blogs I'll be listing below.
Now, here are the rules that go with this one: list 10 things that make you happy, try to do at least one of them today, and link back to the person that tagged you. Then tag 10 other bloggers that brighten your day.
10 Things That Make Me Happy:
1.) writing/blogging/reading. Yes, I can lump these all into one category
2.) challah french toast on Saturday mornings. Especially when hubs makes it.
3.) HBO & Showtime shows: Dexter, Big Love, Californication, True Blood, The United States of Tara....the list goes on an on.
4.) my children....preferably when they are sleeping. Hubs and I tiptoe in every night before we go to bed. We adjust covers, move limbs over, pick loveys up off the floor and put them back in their beds.
5.) Monster--our mini Poodle, who deserves his own blog post SOON! (stay tuned, you won't want to miss)
6.) my bloggy buds and my IRL (in real life) buds. I've never had such a large circle of friends. I love you! Thank you all for letting me be me. And for liking me 9?) in spite of it.
7.) my husband who puts up with all my shit. and then some.
8.) my new soaps from Lee the Hotflash Queen (a.k.a. Triple H) of Lah Dee Dah Soap fame---check her out here.
9.) carbs. Most any carb will do, but especially chips (real ones, not that baked shiggedy), pasta, pizza, cake, cookies, candy, etc....you name it, I will eat it!
10.) Kendall Jackson Chardonnay
Now, I am to tag 10 bloggers who brighten my day! This is the easy part. I will try to tag all new peeps, but if you've already been tagged, just beat me over the head with a large stick! Plesae go visit these wonderful people. If you don't, I will beat YOU over the head with a large stick. Oh, and follow, follow, follow!
Big Sis over at Speaking of Witch. Big Sis is always entertaining and she is a faithful bloggy buddy. We stick together because we both have big feet. And she has relatives in NOLA (my beloved hometown), so she gets extra points.
Andrea over at Good Girl Gone Redneck. I have only come to know Andrea recently, but she sparkles. She's very intelligent and witty, and she's Jewish. We Jews have to stick together, you know. LOL!
Mama-Face over at Blog-Ignoramus. Mama-Face writes exceptionally well. Her poetry rocks. And her lil-dub is so cute!
Mindy over at The Inquisitive Mom. Mindy is the sweetest! She has two darling kiddos and she always seems to have her shit together. Which is more than I can say for myself.
Autumn over at From A to Z. Autumn has been a friend for a long time, but she recently had to go incognito. She needs some bloggy love, so please go say hi---you won't be sorry!
Leigh over at Leigh vs. Laundry. Leigh has been with me for a while and she has a cool caption contest every week. I never win because I suck at it. But Leigh is still my friend even though my submissions totally stink!!!
Kelly over at Speaking From The Crib. Kelly recently interviewed me for her Hanukkah post and I was so excited and flattered. She was so cool to work with and she's rip-roaringly funny.
Life of a Tater Tot Mom just wrote a very thoughtful post this week on coming full circle. Please read it. And think about it. Life is about more than blogging and followers. Right?
Tattoos and Teething Rings has finally had a good birthday! (maybe?) Go check her out and read about her very interesting birthday situations over the years. She's been with me for a while and I adore her.
Holly over at 504 Main. Holly's a wedding expert. Very hip & stylish. I will never be cool like her. But she's my friend anyway!
Now, here are the rules that go with this one: list 10 things that make you happy, try to do at least one of them today, and link back to the person that tagged you. Then tag 10 other bloggers that brighten your day.
10 Things That Make Me Happy:
1.) writing/blogging/reading. Yes, I can lump these all into one category
2.) challah french toast on Saturday mornings. Especially when hubs makes it.
3.) HBO & Showtime shows: Dexter, Big Love, Californication, True Blood, The United States of Tara....the list goes on an on.
4.) my children....preferably when they are sleeping. Hubs and I tiptoe in every night before we go to bed. We adjust covers, move limbs over, pick loveys up off the floor and put them back in their beds.
5.) Monster--our mini Poodle, who deserves his own blog post SOON! (stay tuned, you won't want to miss)
6.) my bloggy buds and my IRL (in real life) buds. I've never had such a large circle of friends. I love you! Thank you all for letting me be me. And for liking me 9?) in spite of it.
7.) my husband who puts up with all my shit. and then some.
8.) my new soaps from Lee the Hotflash Queen (a.k.a. Triple H) of Lah Dee Dah Soap fame---check her out here.
9.) carbs. Most any carb will do, but especially chips (real ones, not that baked shiggedy), pasta, pizza, cake, cookies, candy, etc....you name it, I will eat it!
10.) Kendall Jackson Chardonnay
Now, I am to tag 10 bloggers who brighten my day! This is the easy part. I will try to tag all new peeps, but if you've already been tagged, just beat me over the head with a large stick! Plesae go visit these wonderful people. If you don't, I will beat YOU over the head with a large stick. Oh, and follow, follow, follow!
Big Sis over at Speaking of Witch. Big Sis is always entertaining and she is a faithful bloggy buddy. We stick together because we both have big feet. And she has relatives in NOLA (my beloved hometown), so she gets extra points.
Andrea over at Good Girl Gone Redneck. I have only come to know Andrea recently, but she sparkles. She's very intelligent and witty, and she's Jewish. We Jews have to stick together, you know. LOL!
Mama-Face over at Blog-Ignoramus. Mama-Face writes exceptionally well. Her poetry rocks. And her lil-dub is so cute!
Mindy over at The Inquisitive Mom. Mindy is the sweetest! She has two darling kiddos and she always seems to have her shit together. Which is more than I can say for myself.
Autumn over at From A to Z. Autumn has been a friend for a long time, but she recently had to go incognito. She needs some bloggy love, so please go say hi---you won't be sorry!
Leigh over at Leigh vs. Laundry. Leigh has been with me for a while and she has a cool caption contest every week. I never win because I suck at it. But Leigh is still my friend even though my submissions totally stink!!!
Kelly over at Speaking From The Crib. Kelly recently interviewed me for her Hanukkah post and I was so excited and flattered. She was so cool to work with and she's rip-roaringly funny.
Life of a Tater Tot Mom just wrote a very thoughtful post this week on coming full circle. Please read it. And think about it. Life is about more than blogging and followers. Right?
Tattoos and Teething Rings has finally had a good birthday! (maybe?) Go check her out and read about her very interesting birthday situations over the years. She's been with me for a while and I adore her.
Holly over at 504 Main. Holly's a wedding expert. Very hip & stylish. I will never be cool like her. But she's my friend anyway!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wordless (or not so Wordless) Wednesday & Silly Haiku
**I just hit 200 followers!!! THANK YOU ALL! I LOVE YOU! YOU JUST MADE MY DAY!**
Miss Abby on the 2nd night (Saturday)
Miss Izzy on the 4th night (Monday)
Here's my silly haiku---Check out You Know...That Blog to play along!
The kids learn to light
Candles burn little fingers
Happy Hanukkah!
Wanted to share my favorite Hanukkah thoughts for parents shamelessly plagiarized from “The Jewish Parent’s Almanac” by Julie Hilton Danan:
Oil gives both light and nourishment, just as a parent should give his or her children both spiritual inspiration and emotional nurturance. The most repeated Hanukah miracle is the story of the small cruse of oil that contained enough fuel for only one day, yet burned for eight days. That Hanukah miracle (whether understood literally or metaphorically) says, in the fashion of David Ben-Gurion: Sometimes the dreamer is the realist. ... So many times, especially with small children, I’ve felt “burned-out." The sages taught that one is not to rely on miracles. Parents shouldn’t expect to give constantly, without any self-nurturing to ease their task. The biblical concept that a parent should be “honored” (and not just respected) indicates an understanding for the needs of the parent as a person. Of course we need to take care of our own needs — spiritual, emotional, physical, and intellectual — in order to give abundantly to our children.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I Feel Bad About My Feet
Admittedly we all have our hangups. Some of us focus on one, while others (like yours truly) obsess daily over several. Fortunately my biggest problem was my honkin' Jewish rather large nose. Being called "Witch Nose" in elementary school & junior high was no picnic, let me tell you. But it was nothing short of pure brilliance on my part when I pounced on my newly-gay dad (well, not newly gay, just newly gay to me) and my newly-single mother, begging them for a nose job immediately after my dad moved out. Guilt is only a useless emotion in certain circumstances, you see. When you feel badly for shattering your Norman Rockwell family coming out of the closet, you will pay most any price for forgiveness. No, I am not going to share my pre-op photos here---just picture Mayim Bialik from that old sitcom "Blossom." In fact, once my classmates finally got a conscience matured, "Blossom" replaced "Witch Nose" as my moniker.
A nose job in the summer of 1996 gave me a new lease on life. I'm still really grateful that my parents not only allowed me to do it, but paid for it and cared for me in the rather uncomfortable aftermath (though they said my nose was "fine," made me "unique" and a load of other shiggedy that I didn't believe).
Anynose, after that was fixed I moved on to my second biggest hangup, which I am still stuck on and no surgery exists that will remedy the situation. I loathe my feet. And I kinda hate feet in general, but not if they are cute & clean. My feet are clean, of course. But they are all manner of fugly. Even a little OPI California Raspberry polish can't conceal the hideousness. I blame my mother for the width and I blame my father for my ugly toes. There, I've said it. It's out there, and there's no taking it back. Now you know why I hate summer (besides the fact that I sweat like a pig). Winter is my friend because no flip flops or sandals are involved.
I
HATE
MY
FEET!
So what are your hangups? Or do you only have one?
A nose job in the summer of 1996 gave me a new lease on life. I'm still really grateful that my parents not only allowed me to do it, but paid for it and cared for me in the rather uncomfortable aftermath (though they said my nose was "fine," made me "unique" and a load of other shiggedy that I didn't believe).
Anynose, after that was fixed I moved on to my second biggest hangup, which I am still stuck on and no surgery exists that will remedy the situation. I loathe my feet. And I kinda hate feet in general, but not if they are cute & clean. My feet are clean, of course. But they are all manner of fugly. Even a little OPI California Raspberry polish can't conceal the hideousness. I blame my mother for the width and I blame my father for my ugly toes. There, I've said it. It's out there, and there's no taking it back. Now you know why I hate summer (besides the fact that I sweat like a pig). Winter is my friend because no flip flops or sandals are involved.
I
HATE
MY
FEET!
**I accidentally hit publish at this point, and panicked. I wasn't done. But then I thought maybe I should just leave it as is. So I did. Except for this---
It could always be worse--my feet could look like this:
So what are your hangups? Or do you only have one?
Monday, December 14, 2009
Courteney Cox will celebrate her first Golden Globe nomination with Jennifer
Courteney Cox
Courteney Cox plans to celebrate her first Golden Globe nomination for Best Actress in a TV Comedy.
She told Extra "I actually have plans with my girlfriend."
Then Extra quoted her "You and Jennifer will be partying this evening."
Cox replied, "I don't know about partying!"
"Eating the cupcakes for sure!" laughed Cox.
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Baking up a shortbread storm!
Fellow bloggy buds,
Please be patient with me as I have not been very diligent about reading/commenting/visiting. The holidays are upon us and things are crazy! Next week I am taking Abby & Izzy to New Orleans to visit my family, which means that this week is jam-packed and I'm trying to get everything done. Today I am baking. I will share with you my mom's famous shortbread recipe (drool). I'm baking several batches today to share with friends and neighbors.
Julie's Fabulous Shortbread
You will need:
1 cup softened butter
1/2 cup sugar, plus 3 tbs. more (in holiday colors if you like) for sprinkling on top
2 cups sifted flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp baking powder
*Preheat oven to 350, grease a 9 x/ 13 pan.
*Beat the butter until it is light and creamy. Beat in 1/2 cup of the sugar. Sift the flour with the salt & baking powder, then fold into the butter mixture.
*Place the dough in the baking pan and use your fingers to pat it down/in.
*Sprinkle the top with the remaining/colored sprinkles and bake for about 15 minutes, or until the edges are slightly browned.
*Cut into squares and store in an airtight container.
Please be patient with me as I have not been very diligent about reading/commenting/visiting. The holidays are upon us and things are crazy! Next week I am taking Abby & Izzy to New Orleans to visit my family, which means that this week is jam-packed and I'm trying to get everything done. Today I am baking. I will share with you my mom's famous shortbread recipe (drool). I'm baking several batches today to share with friends and neighbors.
Julie's Fabulous Shortbread
You will need:
1 cup softened butter
1/2 cup sugar, plus 3 tbs. more (in holiday colors if you like) for sprinkling on top
2 cups sifted flour
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp baking powder
*Preheat oven to 350, grease a 9 x/ 13 pan.
*Beat the butter until it is light and creamy. Beat in 1/2 cup of the sugar. Sift the flour with the salt & baking powder, then fold into the butter mixture.
*Place the dough in the baking pan and use your fingers to pat it down/in.
*Sprinkle the top with the remaining/colored sprinkles and bake for about 15 minutes, or until the edges are slightly browned.
*Cut into squares and store in an airtight container.
I cut the shortbread into squares and put them into these to-go boxes I got from Hobby Lobby. It didn't turn out quite as cute as I'd hoped, but I've told you all I'm no Martha Stewart...
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Home Alone Staring at Lots of Leftover Junk Food is Never a Good Thing, or Why My Ass is Big
The remnants of the girls' birthday cake are calling my name from the fridge. I'm home alone and I don't know how much longer I can hold out. That sweet, pillowy frosting. Oh no. The orgasmic chocolate cream filling in the middle. Oh my! The soft cake melting in my mouth like butta. Hellllllo, lover! It's rather unfortunate for my thighs that the little hooligans girls are more interested in their new loot than the leftover cake. It's pure gluttony. I can't help myself, I can't stop, aaaaack! ChompSlurpGulpSmack! And no amount of Jazzercise is going to cancel out the amount of cake I just consumed. Seriously, what is it with me & food? Why can't I be one of those girls who "forgets" to eat? Alas, it is just not meant to be. My love affair with food (and dessert in particular) is long and laced with sugar.
There were a few kids who started out shy, but by the end everyone had warmed up and our basement became party central.
Abby & Izzy had a blast at their party. They fawned all over Funky Mama, who has been the bee's knees around here for several years now. They chattered so much Krista (Funky Mama's real first name) could barely get a word in edgewise. But Krista is a young mom herself, so she's not only used to it-- she thrives on it-- and kids are just naturally drawn to her. She is the cutest little thing I've ever seen and I couldn't have chosen a more positive & perfect role model for my kiddos!
Now here's the rub. Funky Mama is releasing a new album in February. She will use some mommy blogs (a-hem, that would be someone like moi) to help get the word out. I'm trying not to get too excited, but she mentioned doing some giveaways via BlogLand. I will most definitely keep you posted because if you have young kiddos, you'll want to be in on this. So to get ready I want you to:
1.) Go check out Funky Mama's blog. Follow her.
2.) Go check out her site. Listen to clips of the songs. Heck, order a cd (they are $12 and so worth it) for yourself or for someone else as a gift!
3.) Become a Funky Mama Fan on Facebook.
That is all for now. More Hanukkah-related inspiration to come this week!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Jennifer Aniston is not adopting a child
Earlier there were reports saying that Jennifer Aniston plans to adopt a child. This rumors happened when she visited Casa Hogar Sion orphanage in Tijuana, Mexico and spent time to infants in the nursery according to starpulse.com.
But Jennifer Aniston's representative denied this, saying “Jennifer is not adopting a baby."
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner & some poesy
A delayed shout out to my friend Cynthia over at Running With Letters who won my GO GREEN GIVEAWAY yesterday! Please visit and follow her. She wrote a really entertaining post yesterday about "Olfactory Experiences" with her Christmas potpourri! I had quite a chuckle at her expense. Anywhoo, Cynthia is going to be the proud owner of a set of 6 reusable produce bags and a coffee coozie! What is even more interesting is that I won one of Cynthia's giveaways last month. I love helping spread the bloggy love! See? What goes around comes around!
Now, onto my poesy:
The twins are now officially four years old--
And although outside the weather is oh so cold,
We must schlep to Costco today to get the party goodies and cake
Because I am a bad mom and I simply refuse to bake.
We're having pizza tonight for dinner
Which must make me a real sinner...
Because Hanukkah begins tonight
So pepperoni we'll have & candles we'll light!
Normally Hanukkah's first night is nicer but I'm in a daze
Since it coincides with the girls' birthday craze.
I'm determined to make their party nice
Even if it means killing myself once or twice.
So latkes, blintzes, and brisket will have to wait--
For tomorrow morning we have a hot date
With the glorious Funky Mama of Kansas City fame!
All the kids love her, can't you tell by her name?
Check out her song called "Grandma's House" and listen a bit
Call your kids over to hear, it's one of her greatest hits!
My girls are beyond excited and we are too.
If we can just get through the long list of to-dos!
Now, onto my poesy:
The twins are now officially four years old--
And although outside the weather is oh so cold,
We must schlep to Costco today to get the party goodies and cake
Because I am a bad mom and I simply refuse to bake.
We're having pizza tonight for dinner
Which must make me a real sinner...
Because Hanukkah begins tonight
So pepperoni we'll have & candles we'll light!
Normally Hanukkah's first night is nicer but I'm in a daze
Since it coincides with the girls' birthday craze.
I'm determined to make their party nice
Even if it means killing myself once or twice.
So latkes, blintzes, and brisket will have to wait--
For tomorrow morning we have a hot date
With the glorious Funky Mama of Kansas City fame!
All the kids love her, can't you tell by her name?
Check out her song called "Grandma's House" and listen a bit
Call your kids over to hear, it's one of her greatest hits!
My girls are beyond excited and we are too.
If we can just get through the long list of to-dos!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Kelly from Speaking From the Crib & The Mother Load-- are Schlepping From the Synagogue!
I helped Kelly over at Speaking From the Crib with a Hanukkah-related post for today. Go check her out & see! I have really enjoyed working with Kelly. She is so sweet & thoughtful and I love that she was curious about Hanukkah. Hanukkah begins this Friday evening and we're super excited. Anyway, go see her, follow her (if you aren't already) and feel the bloggy love!!
Winner of my second GO GREEN GIVEAWAY will be announced later today. Busy morning around here! So stay tuned.
Winner of my second GO GREEN GIVEAWAY will be announced later today. Busy morning around here! So stay tuned.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Jennifer Aniston pregnant with Brad's baby?
According to Star magazine, Jennifer Aniston is pregnant with Brad's baby. Is this true?
Image source from http://coverawards.com
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What's so special about today? It's my girls' birthday! And do you wanna see my boggy uterus?
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This is our very first photo of the girls. It's a view of them as blastocysts under a microscope. This is perhaps the only time in our lives we haven't been able to tell them apart. This photo was taken right before I officially conceived my daughters, although technically speaking they were conceived in a Petri dish in the lab. They are my little miracles.
I have PCOS, or Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. This basically means I don't ovulate, and therefore it was impossible for me to get pregnant without the assistance of a reproductive endocrinologist. You may recall reading about some of what I went through to get pregnant (my first TMI Thursday post: read it here) . All I ever wanted to be in life was a mother. I had no idea it would be so difficult. Most people don't realize how many planets have to properly align in order to get pregnant! Once we began having trouble I decided Clomid would be my miracle drug. But no. Clomid was a cake walk compared to the other stuff I had to resort to. I never imagined I'd become a pro at giving myself injections in the stomach thrice daily. Or that I'd never get over the pain of the intramuscular injections Hubs had to give me with a needle as long as my pinky finger.
I remember this day so clearly. It was cold in the examination room. My teeth were chattering. Hubs and my mom were there with me. I couldn't stop crying. Our day had finally come. This was our 2nd round of IVF (in-vitro fertilization) and it was heavy with anticipation. I'd decided I couldn't handle another round, so if this didn't work, our plan was to start talking about adoption. This photo was taken as my doctor was loading our embryos up into a catheter. I'd had Valium to relax me, but when you're sharing a room with your potential babies, there is no being calm. They are tangible. They are right there. They are on the verge of becoming your dream fully realized. Yet they might not survive. And there's absolutely nothing you can do because you have no control over any of it.
I remember Dr. B looking at the screen with us and saying quietly, "These look really good. I'm thinking twins." The tears doubled. I was scared to hope, and I almost wish she wouldn't have said it because I heard her saying it over and over in my head.
I started bleeding 7 days post transfer (7 days after they put the embryos into my uterus). I became hysterical and called my nurse. Although it was too early, she agreed to let me come in for my blood test the following day. I needed closure, I wanted to move on and accept that this IVF had failed, too.
I couldn't wait for labs, so I took the last home pregnancy test I had. The faintest second line showed up. I started to hope. But I didn't understand why I was bleeding.
I went in to the lab after lying awake all night. Numbly watched the tech draw my blood. I couldn't speak. I couldn't look at anyone. I resented the wall of photos of everyone else's babies the clinic had helped to create/conceive.
Two long hours later I got the call that I was indeed pregnant. The bleeding was due to low progesterone, which simply meant more injections for me for a while. We were excited, but nervous. We didn't know if it would stick.
Then, six weeks (and lots of nausea and exhaustion) later, this:
Two sacs. Two fetal poles. I was pregnant with twins!
Approximately 33 weeks later, I looked like a beached whale:
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On December 7-8, 2005, we had a large snow storm. Hubs took me out to lunch on December 8, where I chowed down on the best grilled cheese and fries I'd ever had. That meal has since been affectionately referred to as "The Labor Lunch," because strong contractions set in that evening. I was in active labor although I didn't know it. The following morning, December 9, I went in for a regularly scheduled non-stress test. I was 34 weeks pregnant. The nurses thought I looked a little funny in the waiting area, so they whisked me straight to the back. They checked me. I was 4 cm dilated and fully effaced. My doctor came in and checked and said, "Baby A's head is right there!" I couldn't believe it! They scheduled my C-section for 1:00 p.m., which gave Hubs enough time to go home, get my overnight bag and shave the beard he'd been growing for the last two months.
At 1:46 p.m., Abigail Jane was born:
And at 1:47, her twin sister, Isabel Grace was born:
Mommy & Abby the next day
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Abby is on the left, Izzy is on the right. They had feeding tubes b/c they weren't very interested in eating (common for preemies)
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The girls in Daddy's arms. Izzy is on the left, Abby is on the right.
Shortly after their birth, my aunt gave me a Celine Dion cd. Now, I know what you're thinking (because I was, too). But I heard this one song and that was it for me. I played it over and over and over again. And cried every time. I listened to it on all the drives back and forth to the NICU over the next 3 weeks. And even after that. It is exactly how I feel.
You're my life's one miracle
Everything I've done that's good
And you break my heart with tenderness
And I confess it's true
I never knew a love like this 'til you
You're the reason I was born
Now I finally know for sure
And I'm overwhelmed with happiness
So blessed to hold you close
The one that I love most
Though the future has so much for you in store
Who could ever love you more
The nearest thing to heaven
You're my angel from above
Only God creates such perfect love
When you smile at me I cry
And to save your life I'd die
With a romance that is pure in heart
You are my dearest part
Whatever it requires
I live for your desires
Forget my own, your needs will come before
Who could ever love you more
There is nothing you could ever do
To make me stop loving you
And every breath I take
Is always for your sake
You sleep inside my dreams
And know for sure
Who could ever love you more
I am so lucky to be their mama. I hope I'm not scarring them for life. There are long days when I wish for peace and quiet. And then I have a flash of anger at myself because of how quickly I've forgotten how desperately I wanted them. How quiet it would be at home without them. And how empty my heart would be.
I am so, so lucky.
Thank you for taking this walk down memory lane with me.
The girls today (recently):
Izzy is on the left and Abby is on the right.
p.s. if you really want to see pics of my boggy uterus, email me. And no, I'm not kidding!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Jennifer Aniston will star in Pretend Wife with Adam Sandler
Jennifer Aniston will act in a comedy movie, Pretend Wife. She will star along with Adam Sandler.
The script of the movie is written by Allan Loeb and Tim Dowling and expect to start shooting early next year and expect to release on February 11, 2011.
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Post-It Note Tuesday, Short & Sweet Edition
If you want to play along, please go check out Supah Mommy's blog!
****Another friendly reminder to check out my GO GREEN GIVEAWAY which ends this Thursday (12/10/09) at 7:00 a.m. Check it out--a cute set of 6 reusable produce bags plus a coffee coozie!
****Another friendly reminder to check out my GO GREEN GIVEAWAY which ends this Thursday (12/10/09) at 7:00 a.m. Check it out--a cute set of 6 reusable produce bags plus a coffee coozie!
Monday, December 7, 2009
I scored Saturday night! We were at the bowling alley, get your minds out of the gutter!
Friends, I was on fire when we went bowling with friends on Saturday night. My previous high score was 100. I beat that! So of course I had to take a photo of the scoreboard. Obviously I'm "Ernie," which is my nickname from childhood. My younger brother Mark couldn't pronounce "Erin," so Sesame Street presented the perfect alternative. Anyshizzle, here it is:
I also got several strikes, which is virtually unheard of. You see, I am a complete klutz. I have no atheletic ability to speak of and I was always last to be chosen for teams in P.E. And on our wedding night, my Maid of Honor really did warn Hubs in her speech about my ineptitude, citing the time I tripped and fell unconscious in the gym. We were playing volleyball. Who knew?!
As you can see, I'm gloating very pleased with myself. Note the bowling pin shaped beers. I wish I could say I'm the gorgeous girl on the right, but that's my friend Julie (a.k.a. Demi on the scoreboard). I'm the geek with the grin on the left who is laughing hysterically.
Then on Sunday we took the girls to Mazel Tots, a program for little ones at our synagogue. This week's theme was Hanukkah because it starts on Friday night. They colored, ate some latkes (potato pancakes) and sufganyiot (jelly donuts), sang the Dreidel song, and listed to a Hanukkah story. It was great fun!
The girls' 4th birthday is on Wednesday, so stay tuned for a very
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Jennifer Aniston received document in a bouquet of flowers
Jennifer Aniston received a bouquet of flowers from a woman. Inside that bouquet of flowers, there was a document involving Aniston to a case involving woman-on-horse porn.
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Jennifer Aniston throws a party
Jennifer Aniston throws a party at her Beverly Hills house on Sunday. She invited
her close friends and employees. There were nearly 100 guests who attended the party. Some of the guests were Courteney Cox, Laura Dern, yoga instructor Mandy Ingber, hairstylist Chris McMillan and Aniston's acting coach Leigh Kilton Smith.
One guest said "Jen's private chef served guests a variety of Christmas-inspired dishes.Jen loves Christmas, and her house was festively decorated with a huge tree, twinkling Christmas lights and fragrant flower arrangements."
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Sunday Stealing -- The Can't Sleep Meme
If you'd like to play along, please check out Sunday Stealing.
Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?no. unless i'm really tired and afraid that kiss will lead to something else.
When is it hard to kiss someone? when one or both of us reeks of garlic. or when I'm really tired and afraid that kiss will lead to something else.
You're trapped in a room with your most recent ex for three days, what do you do? tell him how lucky he is that he didn't marry me & that he escaped unscathed. It was really for the best since his parents hated Jews.
Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? I made Hubs quit before we moved in together. I don't like my stuff smelling like smoke. And it's bad for you! Of course I just mean ciggies. Were you referring to marijuana? Bring on the pot, baby! BRING IT!
Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Yes, but I bet they were thrilled to escape from me
Where would you go if you were butt naked and locked out of your house? um, I would hide in the bushes like a secret agent while I fashioned panties from leaves and wait until Hubs got home. Or maybe I would pretend to be the Venus de Milo in my yard.
Do you want to please everyone? yes, but I fail miserably
Have you ever been called heartless? not yet, but there's a first time for everything, right?
Someone calls you at 3:00 AM, who do you expect it to be? my pimp
Does it matter if your significant other drinks? no, as long he doesn't drink my Mommy Juice. He needs to find his own!
Could you go the rest of your life without doing drugs? I have to say that I could, but what fun would that be?!
Which is better, amazing eyes or an amazing smile? Smile. But only if the teeth are all present & accounted for.
Do you want to get married and have children one day? done and done.
Are you easy to get along with? um, methinks most people would say no?
Do you ever want to go to sleep and not wake up? yes.
Are you shorter than your Mom? nope, taller. Just call me Amazon Woman.
Describe your life currently in one word: fun
Are you on medication for anything? birth control pills (not to prevent pregnancy, seeing as my ovaries are defunct, but instead to keep my hormone levels where they should be so I don't grow excessive amounts of facial hair and start to resemble Cro-Magnon Man) and thyroid medication.
Who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day? holy crap, NO ONE! Well, maybe just that John Edward guy and then I could be on tv!
Are there things in your life that you will never be able to get over? yes--the fact that Johnny Depp was voted People's Sexiest Man of the Year. Also that peanut butter Twix are really hard to find. Oh, and that Panera charges you $1.39 for a pitifully small tub of cream cheese EVEN WHEN YOU ORDERED A BAGEL. Seriously.
If you woke up naked next to the last person you kissed, what would your reaction be? Didn't we just do this? I'm off duty for at least another week.
Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?no. unless i'm really tired and afraid that kiss will lead to something else.
When is it hard to kiss someone? when one or both of us reeks of garlic. or when I'm really tired and afraid that kiss will lead to something else.
You're trapped in a room with your most recent ex for three days, what do you do? tell him how lucky he is that he didn't marry me & that he escaped unscathed. It was really for the best since his parents hated Jews.
Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? I made Hubs quit before we moved in together. I don't like my stuff smelling like smoke. And it's bad for you! Of course I just mean ciggies. Were you referring to marijuana? Bring on the pot, baby! BRING IT!
Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Yes, but I bet they were thrilled to escape from me
Where would you go if you were butt naked and locked out of your house? um, I would hide in the bushes like a secret agent while I fashioned panties from leaves and wait until Hubs got home. Or maybe I would pretend to be the Venus de Milo in my yard.
Do you want to please everyone? yes, but I fail miserably
Have you ever been called heartless? not yet, but there's a first time for everything, right?
Someone calls you at 3:00 AM, who do you expect it to be? my pimp
Does it matter if your significant other drinks? no, as long he doesn't drink my Mommy Juice. He needs to find his own!
Could you go the rest of your life without doing drugs? I have to say that I could, but what fun would that be?!
Which is better, amazing eyes or an amazing smile? Smile. But only if the teeth are all present & accounted for.
Do you want to get married and have children one day? done and done.
Are you easy to get along with? um, methinks most people would say no?
Do you ever want to go to sleep and not wake up? yes.
Are you shorter than your Mom? nope, taller. Just call me Amazon Woman.
Describe your life currently in one word: fun
Are you on medication for anything? birth control pills (not to prevent pregnancy, seeing as my ovaries are defunct, but instead to keep my hormone levels where they should be so I don't grow excessive amounts of facial hair and start to resemble Cro-Magnon Man) and thyroid medication.
Who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day? holy crap, NO ONE! Well, maybe just that John Edward guy and then I could be on tv!
Are there things in your life that you will never be able to get over? yes--the fact that Johnny Depp was voted People's Sexiest Man of the Year. Also that peanut butter Twix are really hard to find. Oh, and that Panera charges you $1.39 for a pitifully small tub of cream cheese EVEN WHEN YOU ORDERED A BAGEL. Seriously.
If you woke up naked next to the last person you kissed, what would your reaction be? Didn't we just do this? I'm off duty for at least another week.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
It's Awards Day and I'm Feeling the Bloggy Love! Plus, FREE STUFF/ GIVEAWAYS!!
The lovely Leigh over at Leigh vs. Laundry and the entertaining Kelly at Speaking From The Crib bestowed this new award upon me.Thank you, Leigh and Kelly! After I finished sniveling and tossing tissues about and shuddering over the sheer joy that a brand new award brings, I started thinking about whom to share it with. I'm supposed to pass it along to my Top 10 Most Loyal Readers. I'm not sure I can limit it to just 10, and it's gonna be extra hard because Leigh & Kelly passed it along to a lot of the same people I was thinking of....so maybe I'll make an effort to pass it along to some newer peeps and those who just got it from Leigh can just nod & smile!
The award goes to:
Life Laugh Latte
Lee at Headaches, Hormones & Hotflashes
Kys at Stir-Fry Awesomeness
Daffy at Batcrap Crazy
Big Sis at Speaking of Witch
Blue Violet at A Nut in a Nutshell
MJ at Life, Interrupted
Deb at Menopausal New Mom
Mindy at The Inquisitive Mom
Holly at 504 Main
Pink Flip Flops and Wine
Think Tank Momma
The fabulous and snarky Holly over at 504 Main gave me this bling for my blog. Thanks, Holly! Holly's been one of my bloggy friends for a long time and you have to go check her out! This award is so shiny & sparkly and I'm really excited. I'm supposed to pass it along to 10 worthy bloggers (again, I can't stop at 10), so here goes:
The award goes to:
Life Laugh Latte
Lee at Headaches, Hormones & Hotflashes
Kys at Stir-Fry Awesomeness
Daffy at Batcrap Crazy
Big Sis at Speaking of Witch
Blue Violet at A Nut in a Nutshell
MJ at Life, Interrupted
Deb at Menopausal New Mom
Mindy at The Inquisitive Mom
Holly at 504 Main
Pink Flip Flops and Wine
Think Tank Momma
The fabulous and snarky Holly over at 504 Main gave me this bling for my blog. Thanks, Holly! Holly's been one of my bloggy friends for a long time and you have to go check her out! This award is so shiny & sparkly and I'm really excited. I'm supposed to pass it along to 10 worthy bloggers (again, I can't stop at 10), so here goes:
Jenny Mac at Let's Have a Cocktail
Now for some cool FREE STUFF---listen up!(don't we all love free stuff?)
Please check out my GO GREEN GIVEAWAY. Set of 6 reusable produce bags and a cute coffee coozie. Giveaway ends on 12/10/09.
Please also go visit & follow my friend Chanda, the Eco-Cheap Mom, and enter her giveaway for some sweet EnviroVogue bags---very hip & stylish reusable totes for all of your shopping needs. Even if you already have some of your own, these would make wonderful gifts for your Greenie for the holidays! And Chanda and I will love you all the more for entering and making another effort to be green.
Last but not least, go see Jenna over at Bloggy Blog Designz. She just redesigned my blog and is hosting another giveaway plus a discount! Tell her I sent you.
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