Life

You should all click on this to look at it large. It’s beautiful. I adore it. It’s so deep and yet so simple.

Just like life.

Thanks to SS for bringing this piece of art into my life. I’m not sure who the artist is, but here’s the source.

HOLY CRAP

Unreal – check out what my ol'  high school pal, Connor, is up to these days!

 

Apparently, he's made it to the big time!

 

And to think, it all started off with Chester was Six Women.

 

Start saving bail money

It's entirely possibly that I might have to kill my 70 year old, three toothed, illiterate, male chauvinist pig neighbor.

 

Just saying.

Vox Magazine – Belly dancing for the prenatal soul

Vox Magazine – Belly dancing for the prenatal soul

Check out my girl, DDFF!!!!

And, if you look closely enough, you might see Mamakohl in there, too. Hint: watch the slideshow!

Hmmmmm, worth it?

I have the chance to rendezvous with my trailer park love slave in May.

Yes, friends and neighbors, Mr. Ritchie is playing in Indianapolis, a mere 6 hour drive. Concert starts at 3:30 pm and get this – tickets are only $10!!! Yes of course, it’s general seating and I’d be surrounded by oodles and oodles of scuzzy race car freaks, but sweet holy moses, surely, surely, he would sense his devoted from way up in the nose bleed section….

Good lord and butter, this is worth some thought…

Happy Birthday, Stealth

I cannot believe it. I just cannot believe it. My sweet angel baby is 5 today!!!
I love you, Stealth. I love every freaky little thing about you, Buddy. Thanks for making my life one adventure after another.

The video that didn’t post below??

Family fun in the backyard

Yesterday was sooooo beautiful, I couldn’t resist taking some photos and video as we played after dinner.

They call me Masochist Marge

Or they ought to.

DDFF hurt me last night. 

OH MY MARGARINE, she hurt me. 

 

And I loved it. 

And I want her to do it again. 

Today.

Twice.

 

I gotta say, I've always been a yoga girl.  A little (okay, very little) Pilates here and there thrown in for good measure, but mostly for me, it's been yoga = yummy.  I can bend and fold and stretch with the best of them and can put myself into all sorts of strange contorted positions and my body reflects it and I say, "Thank you, body, for responding well."  I feel graceful and elegant and feminine and light when I do yoga … not so much with the Pilates and Bellydance.

 

Nope, no gazelle like action for me last night.  To be frank, I felt a little like Olive from Little Miss Sunshine (if you haven't seen it, for the love of all things chocolate, go right now and watch it already.)  You know, sort of out of place, not exactly the ripest banana in the bunch, but having fun, doing my best, and shaking my groove thang as much as possible.  Maude, let me tell you, I moved parts of my body that hadn't moved on purpose in years.  I used muscles that I forgot I had and, believe me, I can tell this morning.  YEOWCH!

 

But I loved it.  I loved every sweaty, stretchy, pulsating, quivering, shaking, swearing under my breath, vowing to punch DDFF in the nose at the next chance I got, promising myself that I *will* bitch slap my upper abs into shape second of both classes.  Yep.  And I'm going back for more next Wednesday.

 

Unless she wants to hurt me again before that.

The would be Spider and the young, English Fly

So, a friend of mine is in London at the moment and this morning, I hopped onto my mom’s list to find a message that she had seen Harry Potter naked last night. Yes, indeed, she saw Equus. Which means she saw Daniel Radcliffe naked. A lot. Lots of naked Daniel Radcliffe. YOWZA.

It’s true that I’m a 31 year old woman and Daniel Radcliffe is decidedly not 31. It’s also true that I have found myself thinking lovingly of Anne Bancroft and understanding her plight in this cold, cold world. I have often thought of what would happen if that young little fly managed to get caught in my old lady spider web and all I can say is that I would ruin him.

Off to go scrub my mind’s eye with bleach now and then play endless hours of Candyland so I can once again feel like a good mother …