Friday, March 24, 2006

Forgetting the (ridiculous) pro-life sentiments this piece of art is trying to put across, I still can't look at this thing seriously at all. I mean, ew. The bearskin rug. Also the serene expression whilst the cooter is thrust into the air (note there are no rear views of the sculpture). I do love my Britney. But there are no words for this thing. Where are her P.R. people? WHO is telling her these things are a good idea??

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

In the art of shameless self-promotion, I am your basic Picasso. And I can also shamelessly promote others I find worthy. Or others with whom my life has been completely and joyfully entangled. Speaking of entangled, go watch.

Friday, March 17, 2006

While I agree that little girls' outfits make them look like tiny teen Abercrombie sluts, I think that this website may be one of the scarier ones I've encountered in a while. Off to peruse it further! Bring on the pain!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

There are days it is hard to be a mom, and there are days when I am so glad I had children. Children are incredibly useful, or they are at the age mine have reached, when it comes to certain tasks and basic human needs. For example, I came home yesterday having spent more than planned on the first bathing suit that held in my goods with some degree of support and modesty. (I wanna look cute at the pool, but not so cute, and not Anna Nicole Smith cute, and I wanna be able to swim and walk around and be somewhat decent.) I decided that if the fam liked the suit, it would be worth the money just to have the 2006 summer suit purchase taken care of so early. I hate shopping and I could tick this off my list.

So I tried on the suit. Red. One-piece. Interesting neckline. Good support for the goods. Perhaps a bit short on the bottom but my husband likes that. Upon seeing the suit he gave a nod of approval and has been chasing me around the house ever, success. My daughter rushed up with her happy face: "Oh! Mommy, it's SO cute! I really love it." After a hug, she patted my goods. Maybe they look pat-able, not such a bad thing, yes? Into my son's room where his big blue eyes lit up, his warmest smile overtook his little face, and his sweet voice whispered, "You. Look. Beautiful."


Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I'm trying really, really hard to hold it together today....

Gad. And now I am pretty much convinced Tony is going to bite it as he saves the remaining CTU employees and offs Henderson in the doing - thus creating major problems for Jack in finding the remaining canisters of SINTEX NERVE GAS (or whatever it is).

I watch so little television, and perhaps this deep depression I am currently experiencing is why.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

My Oscar picks, as I sent them to an old college friend for his 12th annual contest (I won once, have come in 2nd a few times, and last year was just a disgrace.)

PIC: Crash
DIRECTOR: Haggis (I now think Ang Lee can pull this out, but I'm sticking with Crash for Best Picture)
ACTOR: Hoffman
ACTRESS: Witherspoon
SUPPORTING 'OR: Clooney Baby
SUPPORTING 'ESS: Michelle Williams (I now am wondering if Rachel Weisz is not the winner...I think my husband voted for her - so hopefully we'll get the cash regardless of my choices)

I may not watch the whole kit and caboodle, but I will more than likely tune into Isaac.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

I'm singing in a choir again, for the first time in 15 years. Maybe my life is just going to be one re-run after another....volunteering, a job, school?, reuniting with old friends, for college radio...don't laugh, it could happen. For now, I need to brush up. My diaphragm is not in good shape for singing.