Monday, May 31, 2010

Strawberry Pickin'

We took the kids out to Larriland Farm this morning to pick strawberries. I don't think they're usually open on Memorial Day so we headed out knowing it would be pretty crowded. We got there at 9:20, before the midday heat could set in but it was still all kinds of hot. We lathered the kids in Coppertone, strapped River in the wagon and set out to conquer the illusive berry. Forty minutes later, River had a load in her pants, was as red as a beet, was crying like she lost her thumb and Owen had eaten his weight in strawberries, before we paid for them.

So, we left early. I was a little worried when River's blinks seemed to last too long. She almost looked a bit lethargic which lead me to believe that she was overheated. She had a hat on and I put her in very light, loose clothing but her cheeks were so red and her hair was wet from sweat. I wiped her down and patted some water on her head, but she just seemed miserable. We decided to just come home. I don't feel like we missed much because we got lots of strawberries and the raspberries need a couple more weeks. We don't really go for the berries, we go from the experience of picking them with the kids so I didn't really want to bring a ton back.

I liked that Owen brought his own basket. Perfect timing too because I had just washed it yesterday as it had been covered in Johnson & Johnson fallout.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

"It Snowed, Daddy!"

Every day I put Owen down for a nap. He doesn't always sleep but we all benefit from the time he's in there relaxing and rejuvenating. I prefer him to nap, but I take what I can get.

Today he was in his room and I could hear him most of the time he was in there. He'd be quiet for a while and just when I thought he had fallen asleep I'd hear him giggle or talking to Joe Dimaggio, which is almost constant these days. When I finally decided to go and get him, I opened the door, took one step in and stopped. I said, "Oh, I'll be right back." I quickly backed from the room and went and got my husband, and my camera.

I didn't tell my husband what he had done, and instead let him see as I opened the door, camera ready. We stepped in and were both amazed at the amount of Johnson & Johnson powder he's managed to spread across his room. The container said, "Soothing Lavender," but I can tell you right now, that's bullshit because it did nothing for me. Of course he looked up and made us laugh with three simple words, "It snowed Daddy!"

After I washed about 50+ cars and every other toy he had in his room it started to look better. We threw all the bedding in the washer and Chris vacuumed like crazy. I was a little annoyed when Owen had the balls to walk into the kitchen in the middle of it all and ask me what was for dinner. The nerve! I hit him across the head with Sponge Bob for that one. On a lighter note, his room has never smelled so baby fresh.

I. Love. Nikon.

When I was in college, I was strictly a Minolta girl. I used only their products and they did good for me. I won a few awards with my Minolta set up, that I still have but the times have changed and in moving on, I need new things.
I've been on the hunt for a camera bag for my camera and accessories. I've outgrown the smaller bag I have and needed something bigger to accommodate the lenses and things I've purchased. I wanted something easy that I could throw over my shoulder and if I was going out with the kids, I could shove a couple a diapers, wipes and even a bottled water down into and hit the road. I think I found it.
I was originally looking at the Lowepro ones because a friend had one and they looked really nice, but when I went to Best Buy today to look at them, it just seemed too small. This may be a selling point for others but my lifestyle doesn't accommodate anything slimline. I looked at a Cannon bag they had and I liked it a lot better. There was much more room and I would have gone with that one except for the fact that I'm not a fan of Cannon and I didn't want their logo emblazoned on my back but it got me to thinking that if Cannon had a great bag, maybe Nikon did too so I planned to come home and scan the net in search of a groovy Nikon bag. It didn't take long to find.
Within minutes I found what looked like the perfect bag! I found it through Amazon but didn't buy it there because I found it much cheaper somewhere else. I just refused to pay over $30 for shipping and "handeling." The cannon bag was $110 and I found my Nikon bag for $59! I was so proud of myself for holding out. I need my purchases to be multifaceted or it won't get used for long. That's why I like that this bag is a laptop/Camera bag. It has a section in the back for LT, not that I'll be using it for that. I just like having a place to keep other things.
While this isn't technically "Twilight trip" related. I needed a bag for the trip and a new tripod as well. The bag has straps on the sides to accommodate a tripod so that helps. I know that if I am going to haul my camera equipment 3,000 miles, it's getting wrapped up like a piece of gold bullion. So, yay me! One step closer to the thousands of photographs I will take on my vacation with vampires. I know I said this wasn't technically Twilight related but that was technically a lie.

Columbia, Uggghhh...

Sometimes on Sundays when we're bored but want to get out without a lot of drama, we will load the kids into the van and go to the Annapolis Mall. It really is a nice mall even though there are some things I could do without. They tend to price things a little higher, because they can. Some people feel better about themselves when they pay more. I don't suffer from that affliction so I never got it. There is also one part of the mall, right outside of A&F that smells like a boat load of cheap women washed ashore. I don't know why they pump so much perfume into that place but on more than one occasion it's given me a stomach ache. Towards the end of my pregnancy with River, I skipped the mall just because of this. I also think their food court blows. For such a nice mall, it feels more like the food court in the Laurel Mall (arm pit of all malls) than it should.

Today my husband wanted to drive to the Columbia Mall. I was there for probably 3 seconds before I remembered why I moved away. Sears is a trash heap, the play area is a giganto infestation of drooling and typhoid, there is no elevator out in the mall, except by L&T so I have to go into a store to go up, not very convenient for strollers, and the mall doesn't open until noon! How lazy is it to wait until 12 to open the damn mall? We got there just before 11 AM, because that's what time real malls open. There were tons of people walking around the mall. You'd never know it wasn't open except hundreds of people were walking around with no place to go because all the gates were down. McDonald's was open, but so what? There was a store with a sign on the door that said, "We open the same time as the rest of the mall, 12:00." What asshole put that sign up? Offend people before they even get into your store. That sounds like a plan. It took everything I had to stop myself from sticking a note facing into the store that said, "At 12:00, will you still be an ass?" My husband was there so I let it go. He should consider it a gift because my reaction had he not been there would probably have been different.

All over Columbia I see the green "Choose civility" bumper stickers and even as I sit here now, I laugh out loud. Howard County chooses civility? Seriously? As soon as I cross into Howard County, people drive closer, walk closer and just seem to be all up into my shit, almost like they're entitled to know what I'm doing. I have friends who live in that area and none of them are like that, as I wasn't but whenever I go back, I always wonder what they see in the area. I mean it's green and has nice parks but you can get that anywhere. They also have a lot of bike trails or as I call them, "rape trails" because people are always getting attacked on those things. You couldn't have paid me to use one of those things when I lived there. And as far as it being diversified, I guess that's true but nobody seems happy about it. Everywhere around the mall seems like a big ole melting pot of misery that I like to call Newark.
I know the idea when Columbia was founded, the plan called for a series of village centers, around which life would revolve. The centerpiece of Columbia would be the Mall and a lake nearby. I don't think the lake part panned out as Clyde's isn't really the focal point of anything. Oh well, I guess every city has it's issues. Columbia just seems to like to hide it more.

The Lovely Bones

Last night Chris and I watched a movie that I've wanted to see for a while. I knew it would be sad but it looked like an interesting story. I usually have a hard time watching a movie about murdered children so I don't even try, but I watched this one and I knew as I was watching it that it would stick with me. I also have a tough time with Marky Mark movies. Try as I might, I can't see him and not sing "Good Vibrations" to myself, "come on, come on, come on!"
If you haven't see it and want to, read no more cause I'm going to get all up in it.
It's the story of a 14 year old girl from Pennsylvania who is murdered by a neighbor. She watches over her family (while not yet in heaven) and the guy that murdered her, with hatred and vengeance in her heart, because who wouldn't have that? Throughout most of the movie, her mutilated body sits, stuffed in a burlap sack, in a large old safe in his basement. Her father searches for her while the family falls apart. I guess they were trying to stress that he was obsessed with finding his daughter's killer and that's why the mother left, but my reaction would have been the same, so that part was lost on me. How you move on after that is beyond me.
Saoirse Ronan, who plays Susie is beautiful in a she "doesn't look like everybody else" sort of way. her eyes are haunting which made me look a way from the screen a few times. It's also not all that common to have the murdered girl narrate so hearing this beautiful girl talk about the day she was murdered and wanting to see him caught was heart breaking.

She hasn't quiet made it to heaven because she isn't yet ready to let go. I'm sure being shoved into a rusty old safe will do that. She must weigh her desire for vengeance against her desire for her family to heal, which I get but once she lets go so that her family can move on, I thought that's when they'd find her body. While I know it's reality that not all missing, raped and murdered girls are ever found, I thought they'd stop before the murderer pushed her body into the Sarlacc Pit. How does a family go on when they never find the body of their daughter? Granted, they think this guy did it and they have the drawings, and hair clipping from the murderer's house, but how do they know for sure? While I appreciate that he dies at the end, do they ever know that? It may have brought me a small measured amount of solice, but did it do that for them? It doesn't give me any comfort to think of a murdered child spending her time in heaven or in between with the other victims of the same murderer. The tiny fingers of the six year old while she laid dirty in a shed make my stomach turn.
On a side note, the whole Sarlacc Pit thing, who fills a sink hole with garbage? Granted it was 1973, but was that OK then? Also, "let me drop this heavy, heavy safe into your sink hole." WTF? Wouldn't someone question that? I think I might read the book. I bet it's much better and probably more detailed, maybe than I'd like. It was a good movie though, just not one I'd probably watch again for the disturbing factor.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Twilighted Out

I married a good man. I mean, I really married well. Not too many husbands would fly to Portland (in October) in the middle of a Twilight convention while their wife goes on a bus tour with the director. Not many husbands would rent a car and drive to a city where a book was based and where vampires are "known" to live. I even showed him the Twilight room we'd be staying in and he took it in stride. I owe him big and I know it. I haven't even mentioned the mushroom ravioli yet.

My husband turns 35 next month so while I'm busy planning my trip to this groovy place, I also have a Birthday to plan for him as well and I think I have a good idea. I plan for it to be top secret so he can be surprised because there just aren't enough surprises in life. While what I do this year can not possibly top what he's doing for me, I know when he turns 40, I will bust my ass to make it as special as possible. I also know I'll hear, "I drove to Forks for you! I put my head on a pillow with Robert Pattinson's face on it!" I have no idea what I'll do for him when he turns 40, but I'm up for anything and he deserves it. I heard talk of spending some time in London, which I'm all for so , win win!
Our trip is 5 months away but since I'm planning it myself and am finding new interesting things daily through the planning process, it's kind of on the front burner and my husband is going crazy. It's kinda of all I talk about and I know he's growing weary, which I understand. So, in an attempt to not drive him mad, I am going to try to curtail it. I'll still blog about it because I'd go crazy with excitement otherwise, but I'm making the effort to not drive him insane before we even get on the plane. Because once that plane takes off, he's screwed!

Rest in Peace Little Robbin Redbreast

I moved from Tennessee for several reasons, one of those reasons was the god awful humidity. I hate when it's so hot that it makes you feel wet. Ugghh, the sweat on the back of your knees, the wet hair sticking to the nape of your neck and the way your glasses keep sliding down your nose like they're making a run for it. While today wasn't Africa hot, it was hot but the humidity made it just feel gross. The only thing good about humidity is how it makes Owen's beautiful hair curl up on the ends, creating spirals that make me question why I get so much crap to cut his hair off. While at some point I know he'll need his first haircut, I can't imagine losing all those sweet curls and am OK to wait it out. He's been three for 3 months, he's got time.

Our friends are driving up with their 5ish month old today from Virginia. They aren't just friends. Chris and BT went to Virginia Tech together and are Fraternity brothers. BT was Chris's best mad at our wedding and he is River's Godfather. Karen also went to school at Virginia Tech so they've known each other for years, much longer than I've known any of them. We don't get to see them enough but it's always nice when we do and Owen gets really excited about it. We're grilling out and doing basic Memorial day stuff.

This morning we had some time so we took the kids to the park and as usual, I took a million pictures. Owen saw a big black snake in the grass which I thought was just, yuck, but I took a picture anyway knowing he'd like to see it later, and he did. There's a big playground over looking the water so we let the kids play for a bit. Owen insisted on pushing RIver in the swing, which was sweet but destined for a mishap. A few minutes after I took the picture above, he forgot what he was doing and looked away with his hands down and she came back and knocked him right in the face. It was bound to happen. She hit him to hard that it stunned us for a second. He went flying back and wasn't sure if he should cry or not, he worked it out and cried, but just a little. It was kinda funny the way it happened but I'm glad he wasn't hurt. Also, for the record, I tried to tell him that would happen. He never listens. Three year olds think they know everything.

We loaded up the van and started towards home because I needed to get River down for a nap before Karen and BT got here. On the way home, while I was thankfully paying attention, a bird committed suicide on the front of our van. That thing came out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me! Thankfully I didn't swerve to miss it and I didn't see anything on the front of the van when we stopped but somebody won't be going back to the nest tonight. I hope that wasn't someones mother. Rest in peace little Robbin Redbreast, rest in peace.

Also, it should be noted that while 99.9% of the photos on this blog, that aren't Twilight related are taken by me, but my husband took the last one above of Owen. Cool picture. I didn't know he had it in him. It's all about the angle.


Tom Cruise skeeves me but a friend sent me this this morning and I though it was hilarious. Made me laugh before 8:30 AM, that's a rarity. I love awards shows and always watch them. The VMAs are one of my favorites but I do still prefer the MTV that actually showed music videos.

Thanks to Robsessed for the video.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Dazzled By Twilight

I just booked a Twilight tour in Forks while we're there. It was really cheap and they take you to all these neat places that while I would have gone to anyway, not my husband doesn't have to and I'll get to go with others who might possibly think it's as neat as I do.

The funny part is that while I was booking it, it asked me for a shake preference. I chose Strabella, which is apparently a strawberry shake. Oh the stuff people come up with. Although I'm not sure if I really want a shake while I'm on a bus tour. I don't do so great with milk.

We'll see.

I'm queen of the nerds!

Thanks to Twilight Lexicon for the video.

Parent/Teacher Conference

I went to meet with Owen's teacher today to see how he's doing. His last day of school is about two weeks away and he was due for an evaluation. We waited patiently outside in the hall while she finished up with another parent. Well, I waited patiently, Owen danced and giggled while he eyeballed them through the window. His teacher, who I love said he's been doing really, really well and while he'll probably be in school there three days a week next year, she's pretty sure she'll be moving him to the afternoon class. Those are the kids that are better at working on their own, which he does well.

It's always nice to hear how great your kid is doing and seeing how comfortable he is in that room is always a treat. As soon as I sat down with her, he went to the board and found the sign with his name on and hung it on the board. Apparently that's the first thing they do in the morning. He played with the markers, coloured where he should and not where he shouldn't and answered questions when he was asked. I was pretty impressed especially since he was wearing a white tank top and I was almost certain he'd destroy it, but we left without so much as a mark on him. His teacher enjoyed it when I told her how he does the alphabet with Joe Dimaggio and all the other things he does at home. He's learned so much from her in such a short period of time. How could I not be eternally grateful?

Judging by the fact that I got a little teary eyed when River and I left Owen's school after Field Day, I'm sure his last day will be pretty emotional for me as well as all the days that follow when he asks about they kids who were in his class that he talks about everyday. I asked the teacher if I could bring cupcakes and juice and maybe a take home treat for the kids. I'd like to mark the end of his first schooling experience even if it hasn't been a whole year. I thought I could make that yummy icing that Karen made for Jane's Birthday party. I know it would please my husband.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Vampire Weekend's New Song.

Vw by c87157

I think they could have chosen a better name but I dig them.

Ahhhh, The Things I Do To My Children.....

My baby is Vampire Beautiful.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Give Me A Cookie!

When will this insanity that is potty training end? My son is just not getting it. He has learned to say "I need to go potty" because he knows if he sits on the potty, he'll get a cookie. I had to tell him he would get a cookie if he sat down because for months when we said, "Sit on the potty," he'd go running down the hall screaming. I'm afraid if I stop giving him the cookie for sitting and only give it to him if he pees or poops that I won't get him to sit anymore and we go even father backwards. He has peed a few drops this week but nothing more.
Last night after my husband had taken River out of the tub, I looked over at Owen as he was peeing in the tub. He smiled when he was finished, looked straight at me and screamed, "Give me a cookie!" Seriously? He thinks he gets a cookie for pissing in my tub? What does he think he gets if he drops a deuce in there, a whole pie?
I hope it's easier for River. What are the chances?

It's Starting

AAA Stands For Absolutely Asininely (NOT) Affordable

I don't remember how much we pay yearly for AAA Plus but it's too much. I did most of the work myself for this trip we're taking. I found good hotels in Portland and Forks, I found our flights and I've looked into a hotel in Seattle and a rental car. When I go into AAA, looking for a Trip Tic so we'll have it in the car should something happen to our GPS, it's like I'm talking to someone who thinks I'm an idiot.

I was the first one there this morning because I needed to get to our Wednesday playgroup and wanted to get this out of the way first. I thought since I was there getting the Trip Tic, I'd ask them about rental cars and a hotel room in Seattle. She seemed kinda pushy about my hotel rooms so I figured I'd bite and see why. I told her I needed a hotel room in Seattle, which is true but I also told her I was looking for a hotel in Forks. Now Forks is like 4 blocks long and has one stop light. I could list the hotels right now without even looking because there aren't many. She just happens to pull up the hotel where I already booked our room. I know it's $99 a night but I'm interested to hear what she will tell me. "That room is $149 a night Michelle." WTF? Why does AAA add $50 to my room while telling me they're here to help me? I felt like I should bend over to make it easier on them. I decided then and there that I would buy nothing from them and do it all on my own since they were trying to shove it up my ass, but for shits and giggles I asked about rental cars knowing I've already checked on that as well and know what they run, which is approximately $44.00 a day or less. "We deal primarily with Hertz and I can get you the daily rate of $76.00." At this point I tell her that I have been planning this trip myself and know what things cost and I ask her, "Why are the prices you're giving me so much more than what I've been able to find myself?" "I don't know Michelle, these are just the prices I'm getting." OK, well, just the Trip Tic please. No need to pay you when I can do it myself and save money. I'm so glad we have AAA." I guess I'd appreciate AAA if I broke down on I-95 with my babies but if I don't have kids I wouldn't pay the money. I've pushed my own cars through many intersections and lived to tell about it.

Also, stop calling me Michelle, you don't know me and it only annoys me more.

My trip is coming together nicely, just like the planning of my wedding. Everything went great until I asked someone else for help. Better to just do it alone. I can count on me. I'm the only one who won't screw it up.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Black and White and Beautiful

My kids are more fun than a barrel of monkeys and so sweet. They're both so use to the camera being in their face that they generally don't even acknowledge it, which is nice. Owen sometimes will say, "No camera Momma," like he's Madonna or something. I just laugh and keep shooting.

This week I took a few pictures of the kids that I love. I love them even better B&W. I've always been a fan of B&W and worked with it almost exclusively in college with a few coloured projects here and there. I hate sepia because it is so overused and it reminds me of those Old Time Photos they did at Opryland when I was a kid. I think both should be used to enhance a photo, not because the photograph sucks otherwise. If you're using it to cover a flow, you aren't using it right.

I think everyone would love to have these kinds of photographs of themselves as children. My babies are beautiful!

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio?

Right after Owen turned three he started school, 5 days a week. I wasn't sure he was ready because he'd been three all of one week and 5 days is a lot. He also rides the bus which is a whole other set of worries, but he loves, loves, loves it!

With his speech delay, I wondered if he'd get anything out of it. I should have had more faith. He has learned so much. I could tell a difference within the first week when he would count the strawberries on his plate and started telling me what colour everything was. He comes home singing the songs he learns at school. The Days of the Week song, set to the tune of the Addams Family is my personal favorite. He jumps off the bus with a smile on his face and a song in his soul. What more can you ask for?

I fought hard for the black and white print of Joe Dimaggio behind Owen's bed. I knew I wanted a sports theme for Owen's big boy room. I wanted a huge, B&W and iconic photograph to go behind his bed. Originally I asked for the photo of Babe Ruth above but Chris nixed it, which I still don't understand. In a day of Sammy Sosa, Jason Giambi and Mark McGwire I thought it would be nice to show Owen a guy who made history on nothing but smokes, hot dogs and bourbon. Maybe teach him that baseball is more than $9 hot dogs, people who retire and refuse to go away (Roger Clemens, I'm looking at you) and whoever Derek Jeter is dating.
I would have taken any of the greats, Hank Arron, Dimaggio, Babe, Mantle, Gehrig, Posada, OK, I was joking about the last one, but you see where I'm going with this. I didn't intentionally set out to put a Yankee on my son's wall but I wanted Iconic and when I think Iconic, this is what comes to mind. I don't think my husband hates the Yankees, his family is from New York but I know he only relented on Dimmagio because he was one of his Grandfather's favorites. He would rather have a picture of Cal Ripkin but he does nothing for me. I can appreciate him but I'm not from here so I didn't grow up loving Cal. I went to school in New York and that's where I saw my first major league baseball game, in the house that Ruth built. They don't call it that for nothing!
In a moment of weakness, I did buy a 8x10 of Cal at his last game and framed it for Owen's room. That was my compromise.
Owen stands in front of that photograph and goes down the line of letters, he says, "This is the letter D, this is the letter I, this is the letter M, this is the letter A, and on and on. He doesn't get them all right but he's doing a great job! I love that Joe Dimaggio is helping Owen learn his alphabet. Seems like a win, win!

"A nation turns it's lonely eyes to you":

Girlie Girl Mondays

I make a point on Mondays to do special stuff with just River. Owen is at school so I dress her up and take her out on the town. At this age, a trip to the mall is exciting for her because everyone always wants to talk to her and tell her how cute she is, which she loves. Usually I dress her up in a frilly pink or light blue tutu with matching hair bows. This week I decided to do something a little bit different.

We still did our weekly mall run. It was a wet day so the park was out as she's a crawler but she loves looking around the mall and talking to people. I just bought her a black Edward Cullen t-shirt last week for $3. Actually I got her a few and even a couple for Owen. I pinned it behind her back with a large, black, cloth flower and put a black hairbow in her hair to hold her bangs back. She looked beautiful, but she always does.

What I learned was that if you put your baby in a pink tutu, grandmas are all over her but if you put your baby in a Twilight t-shirt, little girls treat her like she's Cullen. It was pretty funny to see the reactions of girls in the mall when they saw River's shirt. Next time I'm going to throw a tiny little pair of black leather pants on her and see if I can get those girls to ask for her autograph. So funny! Wait, DO they make black leather pants for a 15 month old? Hummmmm...

Texas Has a Whorehouse In It

I have no idea if that is really true, but when I think of Texas, I think of The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas. The best thing about that movie is Dolly Parton and she is from Tennessee, of course. Unfortunately it isn't the only thing I think of. I also think of oppression and blind faith. "God hates fags" come to mind as well. I've gleefully never been there and have no plans for an extended visit but just the thought of it gives me shudders.

I booked our flights last night to Portland and we have to stop in Houston on the way back. As if it weren't bad enough that we have an hour layover in a state I swore to never set foot in, we're landing at George Bush International Airport. It's comical at best. The only thing that saves me from shoving my head in the toilet is the fact that it's named after Bush #41 and not Jr, #43. I hear it's a huge airport so maybe there will be some breathing room between me and the gun toters. I wonder if they care if I get on the plane with tweezers in my pocket if everyone else is packing heat. We're stopping in Minneapolis on the way back so the worst that could happen there is His Royal Purpleness will come waddling through the airport in his tiny Barbie heels.

As a friend pointed out, at least I'm not flying out of Reagan. Ahhhh, the things I do for vampires.....

This clip makes me giggle:

Monday, May 24, 2010

Joey, Do You Like Movies About Gladiators?

This movie poster was a lot funner 10 years ago.

I know I mentioned before that I don't have many rules so this is going to sound weird, but here's another rule I have. Well, it's more of a suggestion to myself than a rule, but I think it's important. I will go out of my way to not fly on a September 11th airline. That means I will do whatever necessary to not fly on United Airlines and American Airlines. Now I know it isn't really logical and my husband says I need to stop calling them "September 11th airlines" but I feel strongly that those people getting on those planes that morning was their fault. They had the ability to stop them and didn't. Now I know it could have happened to any airline but it didn't. It happened with them and as much as I hate to fly, I can not be on a plane for 6-8 hours thinking about that the whole time. Flying is hard enough.

So, as I plan my trip to the Pacific Northwest, I keep this in mind. Looks like I have a choice between United and Continental. The have the same flying time with a layover in Texas, a state I swore I'd never step foot in so there goes another rule. There is a Delta flight that stops in Salt Lake City. Hmmm, Utah. I'm not sure that is a step in the right direction.
So I think I've narrowed it down to Continental on the way out and AirTran or Delta on the way back. I just need to get them approved by my king before I do the deed. It's surprisingly cheap. $150 on the way out and $130 on the way back, give or take. I was surprised to see that. Although I did fly round trip once to Detroit and back to Nashville when I was in high school. I guess no one was going there but me.
My trip is coming together nicely.

This Time La Luna!

I am not one to live by many rules. I mean I do the basics. I don't kill people when I'd like to, I don't commit adultery no matter how hot said Brit might be, and I don't covet my neighbors wife. This one is kinda easy cause I don't dig mullets. I DO have a little trouble with the "You shall not make for yourself an idol" one, but I'm working on it.

I have loved Duran Duran for as long as I can remember. I've both stalked, met and or touched all of them and I don't regret a minute of it. Those days are kinda gone now because following a band for a leg of a tour is just not doable with two kids under 3 1/2, even I can admit that. I miss those days though. Even with all the infighting between the 'Duranies," I have good memories. I mean I don't believe that shit about Andy Taylor's "light sensitivity" for a second. Take off your damn sunglasses. It's 10 PM! I can say that because I've loved them since I was 11ish. I've earned it.

I met good friends that way and even met one of my bridesmaids on the now debunked Duran Duran message boards. While I'm still bitter about them shutting it down, I'm glad I got something lasting out of it. Also, this chick is the only person I know who looks good with every hair colour.

For some reason when I have a crappy day or if I'm just highly annoyed, Duran Duran almost always comes on the radio. I don't think it's some sort of divine intervention but I do find it a little odd that for a band who never got proper respect while being innovators with video technology and just a really kick ass band, they seem to always be there when I need them. New Moon on Monday is a song that maybe most people wouldn't know. The extended mix is one of my favorite videos so I know it well, but I don't think people remember it like Rio or Hungry Like the Wolf, but it's a damn good song.

I was annoyed and running late today and as I pulled into the parking lot of a store I was going to, I was ready to jump out and grab River so we could get the dog food and diapers we needed, when the song came on the radio. I think this song came out in early 1984 so it's one of their older songs. Unfortunately you don't hear Duran on the radio much these days so when they come on while I'm in the car, my rule is that I don't turn it off. I don't get out of the car and I just sit and listen. It's kind of a respect thing for the years of pleasure they've given me. Also, it would be crazy for me to not represent when I've bitched for years about them not getting the respect they have earned and deserve. It was nice because it almost let me reboot and as I strolled into the store with River, I was more relaxed and even singing to myself. Only Duran Duran have the power to do that.

Ahhhh, Simon LeBon is a poet......

Friday, May 21, 2010

Twifecta of Twilight!

So, while I was perusing a few of my daily websites I discovered something I'd thought about but not really looked into. I discovered that AMC theaters is showing all three Twilight Saga movies starting at 6:30 PM on June 29th, ending in Eclipse at 12:01 AM on the 30th! I'm so excited that I could just wet myself! I'm sure I'll feel differently about 6 hours into this 8 hour excursion!

I never got to see Twilight in theaters so that's the main reason I'm going and what the hell? It's $30 and they give you a $10 gift card to use an concession. Sounds like a win win. I might try to take my camera in case anyone dresses up. I mean how great would that be. I saw a girl dressed like Alice at the convention. She looked great too. I took a picture with her. I'll see if I can dig that puppy up.

Field Day!

Today at Owen's school he had his Field Day. I remember Field Day from when I was a little kid. I didn't do it this young but I did it. I don't remember really liking it. I mean I didn't hate it but for some reason it was always Africa hot (just like today) and there was never any shade. My pale Irish skin couldn't deal, thanks momma.

The last Field Day I can remember must have been 5th or 6th grade and I remember just being miserable. Now keep in mind as I tell this story that I'm from the bible belt and when I graduated form high school, we weren't even allowed to wear shorts, which is completely asinine. Add the fact that I wore a lot of black and summer was basically announced each year when I passed out. "Summer is here, Michelle's on the floor again in her black turtle neck and long black skirt!" It was a statement, what can I say? So the last Field Day I can remember was miserable because, again, it was Africa hot and this was when Gloria Vanderbilt jeans and white leather Nike's were what you wore. I think I talked my father into buying me the Nikes, which I threw away later in the year, but that's a whole other post. The jeans were the darkest variety and my shirt was right out of 1979 central casting. I remember this shirt well because I wore it when I went skating on the weekends. The sleeve was basically a square and one corner of that square was sewn to the top so the rest of it flowed in the breeze as I skated along. Oh God, I just laughed out loud.

Anyhoo, it was a maroon coloured shirt with some sort of small flower print. Field Day was always outside of course and I remember spending most of the day asking to go to the bathroom so I could cool off a bit in a school I was bussed across town to go to, which didn't even have AC! We were bused to this shitty neighborhood so the kids that lived in the shitty neighborhood could get bused to the neighborhood my mother busted her ass to get us into and go to my damn school. But I'm not bitter. Anyway, that is my memory of Field Day. Hot as hell and in the arm pit of all schools. I hear it's been torn down now. Proobably a good idea. I think they probably built a crack house in its place.

Today was different. River and I got there early and at 10:30 all of the doors opened and they had a parade of students. All of the kids lined up and marched through the halls to the front of the school where the said the Pledge of Allegiance and sang the Star Spangled Banner before the principal called the games open. It was nice. Then Owen's class went to different stations. First he fished in a little pond, then the did the squirt water on the pinwheel thing, bubbles, water balloons (his favorite) sidewalk chalk, playground and a big parachute, which I liked best. They even had a station with lots of water and large sponges which they used to soak each other. I followed Owen around while trying to stay out of his way. I wanted him to have fun with his friends, especially since his school year is almost over and he might not see them again, but I took a couple hundred pictures to document the event.

After the kids marched back inside, they sat down for their snack and River and I went home. There was only 5 minutes left in the day but Owen freaks if he thinks I'm trying to take him home. He wants to ride the bus so I just let him. I stopped and picked him up some McDonald's on the way as a treat.

As if the day weren't good enough already, he bounced off the school bus with a ribbon in his hand and he was so proud of it. The first picture says it all. He held it up himself for the picture with little prodding. That never happens.

Only my kid could change my memories of Field Day. I mean my memory still includes Africa but now it includes smiles and laughing. My kids rocks!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Boots, Check!

After all my harping on boots, I can't believe I found a pair today in the very last place I thought to look, Walmart!

I had not even thought to look there. I had to go to Walmart today to get some Dayquil and Nyquil for my husband because he's sick. River is getting better but not she's passed it on to both of us...yay! After I threw his medicine in the cart, I headed over to the food side to get Owen some corn dog nuggets. On the way I passed the footwear section and was surprised to see rain boots, and not the girly rain boots I'd been avoiding but actually rain boots. The kind of rain boot that you can actually get wet and dirty and not be upset about it. I'll be honest, If I'd gotten the Hunter boot I'd been eyeing, I would have been so worried about getting them dirty that it would have been like having a third kid, which would take the fun out of stomping around in the Hoh Rainforest. I won't even tell you how excited I was to find the "I Love Vampires" boot socks! I figure if I'm gonna nerd it up, I'm going full throttle.

So, now I have my boots and very cheaply I might add. I can feel my day planning other aspects of the trip like making a list of the things not to miss and what in the world will I ask Catherine Hardicke to sign? Decisions, decisions.....

Muse, 'Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever)'

I am beginning to think that Muse can do no wrong. Muse, who have had a song on all of the Twilight soundtracks just released this video for their song on Eclipse. I totally love it. They're so theatrical that it keeps me interested. I love them and I think this song is awesome.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Rainboots, Who Knew?

Since I've never been to the Olympic Peninsula in October, I'm not 100% sure what to expect. I got hooked up with Kathy from Experience Twilight and to be honest, I'm not really even sure how. As it turns out she is going on the bus tour with Catherine Hardwicke so I'll get to meet her, which is nice but she lives out there so she's given me lots of practical advice.

The best advice she's given me so far is to buy a pair of rain boots. Apparently the footwear of choice is NIKE because they're made out there but the places where we'll be going like the beach in Portland where they did some shooting. It's the same beach where they shot Goonies , and if it's a rainy day, I could ruin my tennis shoes. Now she seemed pretty up on NIKE so I didn't have the heart to tell her I wear New Balance, but that was neither here nor there. I think her advice was sound. I ruined my last pair of New Balance waiting outside a venue for Duran Duran in Philly in the middle of a monsoon and I'm still pissed about it. I met them so all is forgiven.

Anyhoo, I started doing a relaxed search for a pair of rain boots. Not as easy as you might think. I wear a size 11 and they all seem to stop at 10. Who knew? It isn't like they'll give either cause they're made out of rubber. I could buy a man's size but men's shoes are too bulky. I have a long foot but not a wide one so it's always a struggle. What sucks is that my mother and sister wear a size 7. Damn my father and his big ass clown feet!

I posted a couple of pictures of where I'll be going so you can see that rain boots are kinda required footwear for this trip.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Rainy Days And Mondays...............

Yesterday my husband busted his ass both cleaning and staining the deck. It wasn't to much to change or update the colour as it was to protect the wood before if started snapping off under our feet. He spent the whole weekend on this project and from the looks of it (as I sat inside with the kids) it looked like a miserable job.

He ruined a pair of sweatpants and a pretty cool VT shirt that he didn't really wear but it was for the cause. It rained this morning so we were kinda worried it would mess it up but it looks fine. The water is beading off, as it should. While I'm glad the deck survived the rain, it wasn't my top priority today. I was supposed to go to a playgroup with River after I put Owen on the bus but she woke up with the same cocoon of snot that she's been wrapped in for the last four days so we stayed in. Her mood was pissy and she was totally unpleasable. I'm not even sure that's a word but I just don't care. It was Monday. It was raining, I had a sick kid and a headache. Need I say more?

I did what I could to entertain her until lunchtime when she inhaled her food and then yelled for more, which I know is a good sign but she's so demanding. Her scream for more food is ear piercing. It's the only time she screams so I know just what she wants. Puffs, Cheerios, Goldfish, whatever she can gets her hands on.
I put her down for her nap after Owen had gotten off the bus and they both finished their lunch. Shockingly, she went down pretty easily with her music so that pleased me. I needed some time to let my headache subside. Owen did not take a nap but he was nice enough to play in his room until his grandmother showed up. She stopped by on her way home from Syracuse. We ordered dinner from Giuseppe's, cause that's where we always go and then she hit the road. Now, this is why my family rocks. As my MIL was getting into her car, I noticed the radio that my husband keeps in the shed. It was sitting in the sunroom because he had just used it while working on the deck. I was just about to gripe at him for not putting it away when I realized there was a casingle in the tape deck. Yeah, this puppy is old. It was Digital Underground's Humpty Dance. Ahhh, a crowd pleaser.

I did what any self respecting girl who was 19 years old when that song came out, I pushed play and cranked it up while thinking to myself, "Casingle, really?" The whole family danced to the song in the sunroom as my MIL pulled out and headed to Virginia. I love how Owen bobs his head. That kid was made for hip hop!
After we shook what our Mamma's gave us, I discovered Luscious Jackson in the CD player. I haven't thought about them in years but they were a really good band. Shame they aren't still together cause they rocked it. I found both songs on You Tube for my listening pleasure.
"My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty."
It took me a while to find version where they don't beep out Burger King. Censorship is so tired.

Luscious Jackson, Nervous Breakthrough
Whatever happened to LJ? I found this video from Veronica Mars, which I loved but I don't remember this song being played, but that had a lot of good music on that show so I see how I could have missed it.