So begins our anniversary weekend eat-a-thon. Today we will be commencing with dim sum with the family, grocery shopping and the possibility of a movie for mommy and daddy. We're playing it by ear. 

Yesterday the stupendously awesome Middle Aged Woman gave me a Kick Ass Blogger award. Unfortunately there's something wrong with the site this morning so I can't add it here yet. I'll do it Monday when there's more traffic and I can gloat to a wider audience. In the mean time I will distract you with pretty pictures.

Yes, it's raining here, but it gives me an opportunity to share THIS!

WTF? you ask? It's water on wood. Yes, that's right. But it is water beading on top of the wood that I painstakingly sanded and painted. Beading. Not being absorbed like a sponge and rotting my expensive sun deck. Looking at that sun deck this morning I can see that my sanding was not quite as thorough as I thought it would be so if you ever come by just smile when I tell you it was built entirely of reclaimed wood. That seems to be the vogue in home renos these days so I look good and cover up my shoddy workmanship at the same time.

Last night the Olympics began and if you didn't watch the opening ceremonies you SO MISSED OUT. I feel sorry for all the future Olympic organizers who have to try and compete with that, because they can't. Zhang Yi Mou, 15,000 performers, $380 million dollar budget and a talent pool of 1.5 billion. Although really, all they needed was that gigantic 500 foot LCD screen that rolled out like a scroll and had people dancing on top of it. If I ever win the lottery I'm putting a lazy boy in my front yard then buying the other side of my street so I can knock down all their houses to put up that mo' fo.'

Later

Tulip Fields

from design scouting

Just Cause It's Pretty

Good Morning

Good morning!




I think this bodes well for the day. At least I hope so. The littlest monkey woke up as the littlest angry rabid orangutan zombie death machine with a snotty nose who was sent to his room twice BEFORE 8 O'CLOCK. This also resulted in mommy missing her breakfast and having to head off to work angry and hungry.

But that was then. Last night I brought home a picture frame from Pottery Barn for a print I bought recently and it came in bubble wrap! Then I realized that my children have never experienced the joy of bubble wrap! The boys did not take long to pick up the .... wait a second.... why is it so quiet? Hold on...

Ok. Nothing to worry about. Liam followed me upstairs to get some snot medicine, hit a patch of bright sunlight on the floor and collapsed in a little heap. That explains SOOOO much. Anyway, did not take the kids long to discover the joys of popping little plastic balls of air. Nor all the different ways and means to pop them.

And what was the print you ask? I'm glad you did.



Well, I was glad until I tried to upload it. Shit, that was half an hour ago. I got a load of laundry going and switched browsers twice. Sheesh. Anyway, there it is. Got it from Green Chair Press after seeing it on Dooce. Please ignore the messy table, horrible wall paper and reflection of the hideous 70's era opaque orange bubble glass. My house will be pretty. One step at a time.

And speaking of my house being "pretty," on the walk back to the car from the store yesterday I got a "glance" from another guy walking the opposite direction. I mentioned it to a friend I was texting at the time.

Me: Gay guy just gave me the look. Maybe it was the giant Pottery Barn bag?
Friend: I think that will do it... you're a prettyman and you strut...haha
Me: I get a lot of attention from that team. I take it as a complement.
Friend: And you should! What about with women?
Me: Stop! My blush and my white lulu hoodie. 2 much contrast. Can't imagine why I'd get a look.
Friend: LOL, oh my... if you weren't married!
Me: ...
Friend: I'd think you were gay.
Me: Ouch!