Sandlot 2011

Something about converse, dirty fences, old alleys, plaid newsboy caps and kids makes my inner 40's/50's self happy.

Thankful day 4

I am thankful for the Naked Palette.

It is the BFF to my eyeballs.
I can go natural, and hang out in a forest.
I can go natural with some shimmer and hang out in a restaurant.
I can go natural and smokey and sultry and hang out on the Vegas strip with Elvis and Chum Lee.

Favorite eye shadow collection..... ever.

Thankful day 3

I am thankful for my bed. Oh my, do I have the softest bed ever. If Goldilocks came to my house, you would most definitely find her sleeping in my bed. I would probably spend all day in it if I could. IF I could. But I can't. There are people sleeping on the streets, or thin mattresses. People on lumpy beds, and people with bedbugs. I love that mine is that perfect combo of soft, broken in comfort. Plus my kids love to cuddle up, like bugs in a rug, and just lay in my bed. I sometimes stand at the door and look at them, my babies. Thank you bed, for being my family's cuddle spot.

A month of thankfulness

I think, on Nov.2, cuz that's how I roll, that I will start my list of things I am thankful for, every day. Sometimes I forget to just stop and be grateful for all the moments and important things in my life.

Day 1: I am thankful for the sun that shines here on the west coast. I live in a place that has sun, shining, almost every day, and I often want to curl like a cat and just bask in the warmth. It's hard to have a bad day when the sun is beaming through the windows.

Day 2: I am thankful for my brown boots. That look cute with jeans, and sweaters. That I don't get to wear often because of the sun I am thankful for from day one. But when I do get to put on my pseudo-fall outfit, it reminds me of apples, leaves, football and warm fires. The few things I miss from living in the midwest.

pants on the grounnnnd

It seems more and more these days that boys are wearing those tight skinny jeans. Boys+tight+skinny+Jeans= big fat fashion fail. Not cute. Not hot. Not anything.
In fact, if I ever crossed the threshold of this house with a pair of skinny jeans for my husband, I might find myself committed. Because he would drive me to the nearest looney bin, drop me off with trash bag of clothes and skinny jeans in hand and a big fat post it note stuck to my forehead that reads "Insane in her skinny jean membrane." And likewise. He can leave the skinny jeans in the store, with the tags on, snuggling next to the obnoxious fluorescent colors.

However, some little 6th grade boy walking to middle school does have an insane mother. Because he was rockin the skinny jeans. Some funky magenta purple gray colored ones. Normally I don't notice the color or the style, I'm busy driving.
Not today.
Not only was he rockin the skinny, he was rocking the sag. Those things were like a barney colored vice grip around his thighs. I have no idea how they were staying up, unless he was in a constant quad contraction.....in which case I'm rockin that style cuz I need me some quad muscles.

So his pants are huggin- er sagging, and it looks like he has his gray colored t shirt tucked in. Which I am thinking to myself, what is the point? Pull your pants up, give your dainty bits some breathing room, and it all looks the same. No one really believes his butt starts at 3 inches past the knees anyways. Is this impressive to middle school girls or something? If so, me and the girl will have a chat about boys who wear tight jeans around their ankles....thighs, I meant thighs.

As the car is creepin along in the drop off line, skinny pants sag master flex is joking and talking and then......I realized that's not his shirt tucked in. That's his gray drawers. His boxer shorts. His underwear. His long johns. Of course they are. Because it's part of the cool. You wanna know how I know for certain it was his drawers? his dirty drawers?

Cuz there was a stain.

brown brown brown brown stain. In the center. Brown eyed winking stain. I started hyperventilating with laughter and horror. It was right where you think a stain would be. Not overly obvious, but still. A giant skidmark in his cool traffic plan.

And all I could think of was.......

serves him right. I hope he is embarrassed by his smudgey stinky shorts. Next time keep that under wraps and no one will know.

Owls and Owl birthday cake

Owls are a super hot trend.

Which is kind of funny, because owls, are not pink, brown, orange, green, blue as we see them on everything these days. Nope. Color of poop or color of snow, most of them anyways. For example:


That is one ugly owl. For clothes, not for nature. Though if it was flying over my head in a dark forest, I would say it was an ugly owl. anyways. There are tons of cute owls too. Everyone has jumped on the hootin bandwagon and making some cute things.

For example:






That is just some of the cuteness that has been around the past few years.


Middle had an owl birthday this year. Cuz she's HOOOT-tastic like that. Which was a challenge for making an owl cake, but here it is. She loved it. It was bright, quirky, just like her.

the other two

I had to mark the occasion giving my kindy girl her own post, but my other two went on their way today too, one to fourth and one to sixth. Middle was ready, knew tons of kids in her class, liked her teacher. Sweetest girl ever, that Middle. Had her outfit picked out and ready, and went to her classroom all by herself. Leaps and bounds my girl has gone, leaps and bounds. It's her first year without her big sister on campus, and I am confident she is ready to grow on her own two feet. SHe still is shy, and ducks her head to the side, though she stands a little taller these days and her eyes sparkle bright. She was ready.

Oldielocks went to middle school. She spent forever this morning playing with her P.E. lock, practicing the combination, staring at her schedule. She's a big kid today, with her purple cardigan and zebra print backpack. This is the part that scares me, where other girls grow catty and mean, and I hope she doesn't get sucked up into that. I hope she has fun with her friends, but more importantly gives 100% in every class.

My kids are growing older and getting bigger and going further into the world. Whether I'm ready or not. I'm proud of them, and happy for them, but man oh man, do I love them.