Snidely Whiplash

John likes to Google.  He likes to find cool pictures and use them as his profile for his school class chatroom.  He's found all kinds of cool giant squid pictures, don't ask me why, but he likes freakish sea creatures. 

We have a rule that no one Googles anything without permission. But rules get broken (by John).

Today I noticed a website saved on my desktop.  I clicked it to find this picture of a "bad guy" connected to a blog written by a self-described Single Manhatten Homo. I was a little concerned about the content of the blog because there was a liberal amount of swearing, but knowing my son, I am pretty sure he was only after the picture (right?). 



I decided to post this picture of Snidely Whiplash* (the "bad guy" who brought all this about) so if John Googles it again, maybe he will be directed to my blog instead.



But here's my true confession.  Maybe it was the sparkling, glittery header, the witty descriptions, or the alternative lifestyle, but the Single Manhatten Homo pulled me in.  I paged through a few posts and decided that, despite the language barrier, Single Manhatten Homo was pretty funny and entertaining. He described his latest break-up. It is so hard to be friends after you break-up, we've all been there, you just can't do it.  I could relate to his critique of Los Angeles. I was as suprised as he was when his "very Asian" friend from New York showed up at a restaurant in San Fransico. I liked that he called his group of friends "the divas".  He likes to tan, I like to be tan.


The End.


*Only someone like Jared would actually know this cartoon villian's name.  Bonus points if you know which cartoon he's from.

Snow day love

I love snow days. Especially when they fall on Fridays. Woo hoo, bring on the long weekend.
I love that it took me the entire day to clean the kitchen, and that it's still not finished. 
I love getting everyone dressed in snow gear just to have them come back in 10 minutes later.
I love that I made lunch at least three times and by the time I finished the last request it was time to start on dinner.
I love the pent-up-energy-furniture-jumping and spontaneous doll drop-kicks.
The constant fighting, sarcasm, screaming, and random mouth noises are music to my ears.
I love that our dish can't hold a signal in the rain, let alone 18 inches of snow.
I love that a game of Yahtzee turned into a full blown temper tantrum (mine).
I love that Jared shoveled and you can't even tell.

I took a Just Dance 3 break and that may be the highlight of the day. It was the highlight of Chickie's day too, she laughed at me the whole time.

And Jared wonders why when John and Kitty went to bed with their pj's inside out and a spoon under their pillows (a sure-fire trick to summon a snow day), I made certain my pj's were nowhere near inside out and all the silverware was accounted for.

Seven Months

I guess I could document that Chickie is now sitting, rolling, eating all kinds of foods, and she still likes me for the most part. We have just made the full transition to her crib and so we haven't been sleeping well...

Smoothie update

I halfway jumped on the green smoothie bandwagon this week.  Do people really drink these things forever, because, you know, it's a "lifestyle"?  I like how all the diets these days are not "diets" but "lifestyles".

I'll tell you how long I can hold on to the bandwagon-- one week. Today I let go. I lost it and gave up on the whole healthy thing. I ate some cookies, a handful of M&Ms, a double cheeseburger from Freddies, five pounds of fries, a quesadilla, guacomole, and three gallons of diet Dr. Pepper. I feel fantastic. My pants  finally fit like they did a mere two weeks ago.

Some friends and I decided that we're going to start a new blog called: Chew on This: The Fat Girls' Guide to Eating Out.  I don't want to give too much away, fat girl blogs are hot right now and we want to capitalize on our strengths, but here's a teaser-- hot fudge, hot tamales, and belly dancing.  It's a lifestyle.

Albuquerque fun

We met family in Albuquerque to celebrate Bompa's 90th birthday. We had lots of fun, I wish I would have taken better pictures... oh well.

Bunny ears all around

Dr. Tommy's Rayban ad looks a little like my facebook profile pic

Who needs a baby bjorn when you have a jacket?





On the mesa top at Petroglyph Nat'l Monument




He doesn't feel a day over 90

 

Kitty helped serve the yummy cake

The peanut gallery

Arugula anyone?

This post is not about Pinterest. But have you noticed that the most common pins are those of ooey gooey triple fudge brownies AND fitness "inspiration" quotes?  Maybe it's just the company I keep.

Anyway with a new year, a newish baby, and the not so new softness around my middle, I decided to try the healthy route.  I explored the Raw Food Detox Diet but decided that I like to mix my foods, heat them up, and actually eat them (therein lies the bulk of my problem).  That's pretty much where my "journey" ended.

I started tracking my meals on My Fitness Pal, but after a day of what I considered epic self-restraint, I ended up in the red for nearly every category. So that journey ended as well.

The other morning I decided to make Kitty the "smoothie" she had been begging for.  I have read a million and one smoothie recipes and felt confident I could make a healthy smoothie with nutrients that my kids would actually drink.  Doesn't it seem like some people put all kinds of stuff in their smoothies and they turn out tasting great?  I proceeded to throw in blueberries, orange juice, plain greek yogurt and ice.  I wanted to do something daring, so I also put a handful of arugula.  I wanted to add spinach, but all we had was arugula.  I poured it and passed it out.  I took a drink. 

Dirt.

Kitty took a drink and gagged as she said, "I wanted a smoothie!  You know, with ice cream and chocolate?" I explained that those are called milkshakes.

Chickie prefers to snack on my hair.

Six months of Chickie!

We aren't sick of her yet-- are you? She's been six months old for over a week, so here are the pictures:

I promise she doesn't have a lazy eye... it's the angle



She's been perfecting the raspberry



More spitting



Crazy Chickie.