–Today is Anthony’s birthday! He’s pretty much the best.
–My sister lives near D.C. and so we’ve been getting a snow storm play-by-play, as well as many adorable videos of her dogs romping in the snow. Isobel is desperate to go to the snow (she’s never been), and for Anthony’s birthday we are going to take a family trip up to the snow. It’s an item on my life list, actually. We have absolutely no snow gear, and I realized I hadn’t been to the snow since before Anthony and I got together. So, nearly twenty years. It’s been awhile. It’s been so long that sometimes when I see snow, I don’t at first know what it is. It’s snowed only a handful of times here in the last century, so if we want to make snowmen or go sledding, you have to drive up to the Sierras. I’m officially on the hunt for gloves and boots and whatever else I can find for us while thrifting.
–Have you heard of Shopkins? They are quickly becoming the scourge of my life. Isobel woke up one morning and decided she wanted to “get into Shopkins” and needed to learn more about them. Mercifully, they don’t have a TV show about it, or we’d be up to our nuts in the Shopkins Universe, which is a terrifying and frighting place to be, as seemingly every inanimate object has a face and a sunny disposition. Anthony and I tried several times over the course of that day to feed her obsession with something more palatable: ponies, Pikachu, angry wasps–anything. She eventually went to play outdoors with the neighbor kid and came home with her own little Shopkins. Later we went to a birthday party at my cousin’s and her daughter’s room was full of… Shopkins! The next day we had dinner with some other family and Isobel’s cousin brought… a GIANT BAG full of Shopkins! We eventually broke down and took her to Target where she used her own money (tooth fairy and chore-related) to buy her own freakin’ Shopkins. Join with me in a praying for a short reign of the Shopkins Empire.
–We have our ancient Xbox 360 set up to take voice commands, and so far, it only listens to me. It’s honed in on my voice, and ignores the same commands given by anyone else. I lower my voice a bit, to a tone I think is commanding, maybe slightly presidential, and I project and enunciate, and when I do those things, it listens. Isobel was trying to get it to sound like her, so she made her voice go as low as it could go and shouted “XBOX, CONTINUE WATCHINGGGGGG.” It didn’t activate the Xbox, but it did strongly remind me of the guy who bellows “CAN YOU DIG IIIIIITTT?” from The Warriors.
–Recently, Odo mentioned a friend and I on twitter and said I was “wonderfully mad”, so I’m going to ascend to heaven now. This is on the heels of Marina Sirtis’ huge compliment. I think the next step is to message Patrick Stewart and say “Notice me, senpai!” like everyday until he tells me he can see me over there.
–The kids’ were playing in the laundry basket the other day when I noticed Isobel trying some ribbons leftover from Christmas around the edges. When I asked her what she was doing, she said, “I’m just adding some Christmas magic.”
Weekly Menu Planning Tips & Habits. I share some of the mechanics behind shopping once a week and a home cooked dinner on the table most nights.
Snapshot 01.20.16. Vacuum cleaner love.
FF Literally Dressed As A Bear. The funniest tweets on the internet, and the cutest bear around.
Kind of Broken: A Day In The Life. I think this post is so important. Stef describes what a typical day is like for someone with her chronic illness. Because she has a so-called “invisible” illness, some people have a hard time grasping how ill she is. This also has a little introduction to Spoon theory, something my sister introduced me to, and the kinds of decisions those of us with chronic illness are forced to make on a daily basis.
Poverty Luxe: Other Kinds of Clutter (And Why They Matter). Victoria describes some different types of clutter in our lives and how that holds us back.
Even though experimental jazz usually isn’t my thing, listening to this story on NPR changed my mind. Anthony and I have a running joke that some jazz albums sound like someone gave instruments to a bunch of babies and then recorded whatever sounds they made. In the case of the experimental jazz album Well I Should Have…Learned To Play The Piano, the baby is Jon Benjamin, voice of Bob and Archer, who attempts to play the piano along with several professional jazz musicians. One listen to I Can’t Play Piano Pt 1, and you know: he really can’t play piano. It’s somehow bad and wonderful at the same time. I have been listening to this on repeat and have laughed until I cried. (Although reading the article is funny, I suggest listening to the interview. It’s hilarious to listen to the host crack up.)
Little Bernquakes. Stef brought this to my attention and it is both inexplicable and hilarious. “Unrepentant Bernadines” is my favorite title, but the picture of “To Venus and Bern” is the best. If anyone knows who the artist is, please let me know!
My friend Erin just had an adorable baby girl and is already back in action with her etsy shop and taking portraiture commissions. Check her out and get the good feeling of supporting an artist and a hardworking mama.
I think about this GIF every morning and hope I can think of a better solution to a problem. Honestly one of the most amazing gifs I’ve ever seen.
You should also be aware of this dancing penguin. ilu, dancing penguin.
Advanced motion capture technology allows us to perfectly re-create a grizzly’s movement. Incredibly life-like! That bear is very limber.
Snapshot 06.18.14. Remember the neighbor girl I mentioned above? She is super sweet and once came to our door and told us this hilarious story.
Yo Gabba Gabba Is Not A Mexican Band. My cousin and I take our girls on an adventure.
Pasta With Peas and Prosciutto (Or Not). For those who swing both ways.