1. Sand & Such

Check out the most beautiful sand-castle of the year (so far):

2. Hilarity

Child’s teary bedtime confession: “And then I called him a P.R.O.”

Me: “Pro?”

Child: “Yes. And if you don’t know what it means, you don’t WANT to.”

Me. “I actually do.”

Child. “You know. The worst swear. I called him a Pregnant Retarded Ostrich.”

Me: [hysterical laughter. the kind you cannot stop.]

3. Gold Medals

Congratulations to another child - the one who swims 5 days per week - the one who has required thousands of trips to and from chlorinated pools of water for years and years. For he has captured 2 gold provincial medals (and 2 silvers and a bronze) for swimming this weekend!! (insert proud beaming mama here).

… and they say, “Mama, we want another baby. We will name him Chris and we won’t care when he pukes.”

Freakish lies. Addictions to negative drama. Manufactured chaos. And probably chicken pox, warts, and hangnails, too. All things bad can be combatted with… CANDY SUSHI.

take a peek (rose colored glasses not required to see the amazingness of this):

The giggles that were created along with these were fabulous… :)

further adding to my jubilation is the SCORE of my new fave MAC lipstick - (why oh why do they create limited edition amazingness in such small batches) which i hunted for in several stores to no avail. happily, the online store had a plethora. deanna compulsively bought enough to continue euphoria for many moons. it should arrive today.

hmmm. today the possibilities seem limitless. perhaps i can dream big enough to hope for the lady at the bus stop to have regressed back to her old fashioned spy glass? (silly woman traded it in for an iphone).

Best game:

• Plants vs. Zombies (small addiction - graphics are beautiful and interestingly enough it’s cooooo to KA on the ever growing zombie pop)

Best quote:

• “It’s better to be stupid than lazy.” (…spouted by my 8 year old who is not allowed to say the word “stupid” when talking of people. But let this one go. I abhor laziness & it’s a good thing to know from the get-go.)

Best Song:

• Pearl Jam’s “Just Breathe” - (when played by a man with a guitar it’s especially amazing)

Best drink:

• martini with birthday friend at funky (loud) pub

Best meal:

• fondu with children (it takes a long time so the sit-down-at-table-time-just-talking is extended)

Best purchase:

• lime green phone case.

Best laugh:

• there were a few this week. most of them directed at your truly as i walked around the house trying to fight a cold with a kleenex hanging from my nose (verrrry sexy look)…

• have a romantic night in with your partner (*top of the list*)
• do LOTS of kissing (*top of the list*)
• drink a glass of COLD water pre working out
• fidget
• watch a funny show and laugh till your stomach hurts
• clean your house
• sing really loud (and dance!) in your kitchen
• jump on the bed (& then KISS  MORE)
• get off the computer and into the real world
• get a good night’s sleep

…my gorgeous supermodel-ish sis goes to Spin class. and so, as a way to hang out with her [there are not enough hours in the week for us to coordinate schedules and connect] i thought i’d bite the bullet and sit on a bike beside her once and a while. 

with my rose colored glasses, i had visions of a simulated stroll through the park. a moderately paced bike ride - perhaps a few white parasols and the occasional juggler (NO MIMES ALLOWED IN THE PARK) where we could chit-chat about the kids, trips to Vegas, new MAC lipstick she may have discovered. of course, my vision was slightly optimistic.

the first few times were excercises in surviving a painful, underworldly fuzzy hades. sweat. silent bargaining with an unknown exercise Being (if you make this hell stop, I’ll abstain from chocolate for a week). uncontrollable spasms as my lungs struggled for air. but then…

THEN I started really listening to the instructor, Julie. she’s also a supermodel-ish sort (albeit small and probably 80 lbs of sinewy cycling muscle). but she’s got a lovely BOOMING italian voice and when she amps up the pain she smiles widely and yells: “YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT!” or “you LOVE THIS!” nevermind the torture. nevermind idealistic visions of me and my sister doing all kinds of sisterly bonding at the gym. this odd disconnect between reality and Julie’s words sparks some kind of twisted, perverse humor and i literally grin. GRIN! spinning and grinning.

and so… whilst i’ve cast aside the idea that Spin class will ever be that precious, quiet time i hang with my sis, it’s become a spot where i go to listen to Julie and the wonderful ironic way she twists the truth (& simultaneously makes me feel like, indeed, i love it)…

… small boy feet running around barefoot.

… great coffee.

… pancakes (chocolate chips mandatory these days).

… bacon & hashbrowns made on bbq (not sure why it’s better like that).

… my Norton antivirus reminder to blow up and bloody well stop interrupting my work.

… MAC to tell me that it’s all a big mistake and the moisturizer I love is certainly NOT discontinued.

… Robert Downey Jr. to waltz into my kitchen and tell me that he’s all finished cleaning out the inside of my car and inquire if there is any other thing he could do for me.

(the last three won’t happen. but the beginning of a good Sunday needs a few dreams, too.)

Tech stuff = fab. But it also has the potential for irreversible grossness. Emails can be stored, voice mails recorded and replayed, texts screen-snapped and stored to show off at office parties. So, just for general reference… one may wish to note a very smart life rule to have in-pocket to carry alongside your iPhone:

If you’ve been drinking, it’s NOT a good idea to text your ex. Ewww. Can you imagine getting yukky texts about how she’s at the bar doing this and that - thinking about this and that. It’s quite in bad taste. Might prove to be a lengthy chuckle for the receiver (& friends), but I would imagine, when the Drunk Dialer reaches a less intoxicated state, they would feel suitably humiliated… and maybe even wonder where their words might end up. 

And if you’ve ever fallen victim to such atrocities (and if you aren’t easily offended by language) you for sure want to head over to Urban Dictionary and hit the search to look up the ”Drunk Dial”. Amusing.

trolley cars… best friends… “Wicked” musical… spa hotel… shopping… laughing… history and mystique…

(though fog is in my head as a prerequisite, the sunshine is happening big time)

better? not.much.

Audible groan as I awoke this morning and the clocks have moved forward. Rose colored glasses somewhere on my nightstand because my first brainwaves included a few four letter words and then moved to thinking about what I was missing today because of the lost time… 

However, post caffeine and with my glasses intact, the real question (of course) is:

What do I want to spend LESS time on today?