Nothing makes me happier… than this guy.
Apr
23
2014
smiffbib
socially acceptable f@#% off!
Articles
Apr
16
2014
What do you do with a day off?
Mar
27
2014
Oh the places you’ll go!
What countries have you traveled to?
This blog post will be short and sweet… much like my list of countries I have visited.
I remember when my boss at work told me to get my passport… I thought she was kidding… me? Paris!
She wasn’t kidding… They flew me first class… I stayed at the Plaza Athenee. The following year in Moscow… the Ritz… with heated bathroom floors… about a city block from Red Square… and just 6 months later….In Lisbon… The Palace.
It was one of those bucket list things for me… I have 5 years left on my passport… I would love to get many more stamps…
Paris, Moscow, and Lisbon
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Mar
20
2014
You can’t break the broken.
Mar
11
2014
Too Much
Something you have too much of…
I used to have too much hair… but it is slowly thinning out as I age… Nothing else thins out… just so we are clear… I have too much thigh… too much stomach… but that is okay… It makes me hard to kidnap… which I worry about way too much.
One might also suggest (one=me … without wanting to sound like I am complaining) Too much laundry… too much housework… too much time on the interwebs… too much nagging the smalls… too much advil… too much running through my head… too much eating out… Too many sweets… Too much laying awake at night.
Too Much is my middle name really… When it boils down to it.. the only thing I really have too much of is anxiety.
Time to spend too much time in my room filled with too much paint… and light way too much incense.. and light too many candles… and play too much music… and eat too much indian food… and watch too much Harry Potter… wear my pajamas too much… too much wine… no….and let go just enough.
Mar
05
2014
a week… in pictures
To celebrate Dr. Suess’s birthday we did the traditional Green Eggs and Ham (Turkey bacon at our house LOL)
It was my cute grandsons 2nd birthday that day as well… We said goodbye to a niece who is leaving to pursue some ridiculous religious freedom for a couple years…The smalls were not looking so small … and my FAVORITE political cartoonist was in the car right ahead of me at the intersection… LOVE!
Feb
26
2014
Crime Scene unit! Cool! …. wait… a minivan? really?
Feb
20
2014
Frozen: Letting Go
I know.. .I know! Believe me I know that I shouldn’t waste my time getting drawn into this… I know that it is energy spent on something that shouldn’t be given… I read it yesterday… much like everyone else I would assume… and at first I laughed… Then my irritation grew… and as the day wore on I just couldn’t shake it… the words had settled in my skin… and my least favorite feeling in this myriad of emotions I go through is shame… I was ashamed of my friend who shared it on Facebook voicing her agreement (this is how I came across it to begin with, before it was ever picked up by the local media) … I was embarrassed to be living in Utah… where not only is this popular opinion but it was picked up by the media… Every fiber was annoyed… by the name of the blog… and every hateful word typed out… I am not going to counter her opinions… I just figured I would do a little review and opinionating of my own…. you know… from a well behaved person that has not lost her ever loving mind to hate and paranoia.
Frozen: Letting Go
Let me paraphrase… The movie opens with these two adorable sisters… laughing and playing in the snow and ice created by the eldest Elsa … Surely this is dark magic right? Sorcery? Witchcraft? don’t you worry… its a Disney Movie… and its JUST A STORY… I saw it five times… Its full of dark magic and sorcery… and death… and treason… trolls who adopt the poor guy with apparently poor personal hygiene being raised by a reindeer… but the poor guy with the Swedish accent it surely the problem… Oh that and the fact that the girl… who DOESN’T FEEL THE COLD takes of her repressive cape that she had to wear for a coronation is being considered to sex it up… hey hey… who am I to judge… I’m sure the people taking issue with this also wear these swim suits… and I’m cool with that…
My favorite part of the movie is the Let it Go sequence… as I am sure anyone with a 7 year old knows… it is catchy… and dramatic… and the graphics are beautiful… and everyone is covering it!! (See my Themesong Thursday Post)
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the Queen.
Queen of isolation… I get that… Trapped by expectations
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Storm inside… raging emotions… Okay, I don’t have snow flakes sprinkling from my fingertips… but I am relating to this chic.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know
Ahhh sweet sweet emancipation… from worrying about what others think of me… from judgement… and cruel words.
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
I’m free
Freedom from fear… self confidence… self discovery… Fantastic!
Let it go, let it go
Let go of the negative… hey smallest child… I hope you memorize each and every word of it!
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You’ll never see me cry
Ha ha! okay okay… crying is okay… even if people see it… but not “You” not the people that I am letting go of… not the people that wanted me to be someone I am not
Sing sing sing… lots more words… storm rages on… etc
You get the idea… I take absolutely no offense to someone shedding what was forced upon them and coming to their own opinions, aspirations, dreams and I will cheer on my children whether it is at their graduation from college… or a pole dancing competition (please please let it not be pole dancing… so awkward)
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and so… in conclusion… if you have to take some moral to what is really just an awesome story with fantastic music and stunning visuals… take this… Love is unconditional… Sisters before Misters…. also… reindeer raise gentlemen… Braids are sexy and trolls are love experts…. That is all
SO someone needs to explain to me how she gets from cryokinetic power to same-sex attraction?
OH! and someone better tell their kids… whether oaken likes men or not (which I don’t understand why that is relevant when he is just selling some damn carrots) that a Swedish accent isn’t required for someone to be gay… they can choose that for themselves… and they will be accepted and loved and keep their voice 🙂
Feb
18
2014
… Sweet Escape
The snow is melting… patches of dirty… blackened snow still hides in the corners of the yard… but the muddy trampled looking grass is underneath… I am sure we will get layered again… but the majority of it is gone. The air is a little clearer… the sky a little bluer… the temperature a little warmer… we have been trapped inside… watching entirely too much TV… I start thinking about swimming pools… walks around the lake… and weekends at the big lake! These things are coming! I feel like everything gets a little lighter in my world.
But where I truly want to be is the Ocean… even more specific … Morro Bay… With the waves crashing against Morro rock… It is my favorite place in the entire world… and I have been to many corners of the world… Paris… Lisbon… Moscow… Maui…. all of these are not as appealing to me right this moment as a day in Morro Bay…
I would start the day with a latte from the small coffee/ice cream parlor on atascadero street… then park on the beach side of the rock… I would let the smalls run until they couldn’t run anymore… watching for Jelly fish that are sometimes spawning on the sand… searching out shells… and I would just sit… there at the curve created by the sandbar and the giant rock…. and watch the sun light the water that rolls lazily onto the sand… I would rent a kite from the kite shop directly across the street behind me… if the wind is strong… and fly that monstrous thing as high as it can go…. I would take the kids to see the junk house… the aquarium… Mr amazing and the smalls could play a game on the life-sized chess board… and we could stop at the shell shop… to buy little creatures made out of shells for our friends back home… I would visit my grandparents memorial… I miss them so much sometimes… everyday… My Grandfather would be so proud of Small Child and the man he is becoming… he would have adored Mr. Amazing…. My Grandmother would love smallest child… and all of her energy. We would walk through the Eucalyptus Trees… we would head to Los Osos for the most amazing clam chowder and walk the entire pier….
We would eat sauerkraut at Hauffbras… We would shop… in all those touristy t-shirt shops… and trinket shops… we would visit the sea lions… hundreds of them in a protected cove that can be seen from the highway above…. We would see Hearst castle up there on the hill… but skip the tour… because it is gaudy and boring.
We would end our day back on the beach… exhausted surely by this point… and dip our toes in the cold water… perhaps if we are lucky we would see the otters… they hold hands when they sleep so they don’t lose each other…. We should all hold hands more…
Imagine if we had a second day… We would head to San Luis Opisbo… and Moon Stone Beach…. with a third day… the vineyards and wines in Paso Robles… But those I will save for another blog…
One day… I will get there.
Jan
13
2014
Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff…. Unless it is a Mantis Shrimp
From the depths of January… I bring you this… That Honey Badger who don’t care? I would like to introduce him to the Mantis Shrimp
“Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff”…. Great advice passed on from a dear friend of mine… her second favorite back up line to all of this is “It’s all small stuff”… I try… I do … I try to not let little things get to me…But Sometimes the small stuff gangs up on you! Sometimes that small thing is this little guy!!!
HOLY SHIT!
And THIS!
And from my favorite credible source of all time… THIS!
