Crazy Rhythms

Baby, it's cold outside.

Winter. It's good, but it's hard to believe that we will cold for at least 2 more months.
I have all these terrariums planned for spring, hoarding vessels, looking for glass blenders.
My friend Stefanie is having her baby girl, Mazey, today, and I could just cry that I live so far away!
The snowy driving pic above is from our trip to Minneapolis, where white out conditions are the norm.
Here's how old I am, I didn't even check to see who was playing at 1st Ave., couldn't care fucking less. Too old. Need home decor accoutrements.
We did get pretty demolished at the hotel's "manager's reception".
Free drinks, 2 per patron per visit to the bar. And spicy chex mix.
While we were there I got a big Ikea spree, my birthday present.
Iggy is working on the potty thang, it's not easy, but he's fairly reasonable.

I hate my neighbors

I wonder if my "I love... " titles are becoming irritating.
I could say I'm keeping it positive, but I think I just get into a rut with it.
I could say it adds continuity, but it's also disingenuous, as I obviously don't *love* all of these things, and maybe suggests that I take the L word lightly.
So, I'm switching it up, because I could write a novel containing all of the shady hijinx next door.
But, no matter how skeevy my neighbors are, they are still preferable to this.
Then again, I live in Omaha, not D.C.
That blog post fills me with perverse joy, though.

I love my Crocs

Now, now, everyone on the interwebs, calm down.
I know that Crocs are widely reviled, but those people never wore these things.
They are fucking great, and mine are really cute, a style called Alice.
They are fully rubber, but lightweight, and i could throw them in my dishwasher, if I had one.
They provide more cushion than Birkenstocks, and I haven't noticed any reek yet.
I won't elaborate on the gentle sloughing action that is happening on my heels, but I'm loving it.
We'll see how long it takes for my fat ass to compress the molecules enough to hamper the bounce.
I really want some peacock blue ones, now...

Expose yourself!

OK, who's out there? Quit lurking and say hello!

I love Project Runway

illustration courtesy of Rungay

I love Iggy

I love Zach part II

I love Zach and Michael

A few of my favorite things...

My kid eating a Krispy Kreme,
my new apple slicer,
my new mystic topaz necklace,
my kid listening to our ipod in fruit pants,
my hubby and crazy cat.

I love my husband

p.s. it's my 36th birthday today!

Merry Holidays!

I love Charlie Crews

Damian Lewis from Life on NBC.

I love the Midwest

I'm not being sarcastic, I do!

I love the snow, and the quietness of winter.

I love the invigoration of the cold, and the comfort of warmth after.

I love how spring feels when it finally arrives, almost like I accomplished something by living through the winter.

I love Pee Wee

We were getting out our xmass decorations last week, and Iggy found a little nutcracker soldier that he was enamored with.
He kept calling it baloney, and we couldn't figure out why, since he's never had bologna, and we puzzled by his insistence that the soldier was named Baloney.
Later, we popped in a Pee Wee DVD (I have them ALL, every episode and film, including Pee Wee Christmas f. Grace Jones), and realized that he was referring to Billy Baloney, whose jaw hinges just like a nutcracker.
I love this kid.

Pearls of Wisdom

As I'm watching Tim Gunn, waiting for Project Runway, my husband hit me with this gem-
"These shows are like a Gay C. Penney's catalog!"

Not to brag or anything...

... but I have the coolest shower curtain ever.

I love puppets

Nevermore

I am a bad, bad, blogger.
My thoughts rarely make up a paragraph.
I have had some blog-worthy events since I last wrote.
A parent accosted me at a preschooler's program about how rude I am.
I totally wanted to cut a bitch, but didn't want to get arrested, so I apologized for "ruining" her child's program(cough*bullshit*) and let her walk away with her smug little face intact.
And later that day, I got rear ended in our old car, and now it's running like shit, but due to nothing that I can blame on the crash.
Here's a picture of my son ruining itsy bitsy spider for everyone (he is the pirate):