Cords and Fleece

  This video makes me want to run out and get pregnant. Not only are these kids adorable, but they kick serious heavy metal ass: Notice the location? Yes, that’s a bunk bed -- perfect. All I can say is, this video makes me happy. In fact, I may start a list of “videos that make me happy” and this will be number 1 on the list. It makes me want to procreate like crazy and fill our house with electric guitars and drums. Rock on, gauchos!  

  The Bookdiva has me thinking about Fantasy Camp . In her blog, she revealed 10 places she would like to visit while learning something new -- Flamenco lessons in Spain, Italian in Italy, etc. I followed her inspiration and came up with fantasies of my own. But mine are surprisingly homespun -- most of them don’t take me anywhere -- and some of them are actually doable with the right mix of luck and cojones. On that note, consider yourself “tagged” and dream up your own fantasies. We’re not talking fantasies like “world peace” or “I want to fly.” We’re talking fantasies that could actually, possibly -- with a lot of money, luck and inspiration -- come to life. The kind of fantasies that hurt a little bit because some of them could possibly come true if only we were a little bit braver . I only came up with seven because: a) That’s as far as the inspiration took me. b) I’ve run out of time and have to: work / wash dishes / change a diaper / wash the clothes / vacuum / cook dinner / w

  First, I don’t write for a while because I’ve been kind of uninspired -- wanting to live more and reflect less, if you know what I mean. Next, I put up a short dialogue between my girls about poop and haircuts. Sweet. Now, just to keep you on your toes, I’d like to “take it down” for a moment. That’s right. Turn down the house lights, hand me the microphone, and give me a minute to perch myself atop this barstool. Because I’d like to have a little talk about Love, people. That’s right. Love. On Thursday, California’s Supreme Court ruled in favor of Marriage . Yay! I know -- you probably thought that people could already get married. Hey, probably most of you reading this now are either married, plan to marry in the future, know someone who’s married, or (ahem) have a “married” person in your family. And for the most part, it’s pretty nice, isn’t it? In your standard decent marriage, you look out for each other. You have shared experiences. You turn to each other and laugh at the same

  Grandma overheard the following conversation between the girls this weekend while they were busy playing at her house: Lizzy to Samantha : Did Grandma get her hair cut? Samantha: I dunno. Lizzy: Mommy cut her hair, too. I don't know why! Samantha: Grandma isn't wearing her fake hair, but she's wearing her fake teeth. Lizzy: I'm glad of that! Samantha : I just pooped. Mom said she could imagine the girls having nearly the same conversation in an Old Folk's Home someday -- two old ladies gossiping about their neighbor down the hall.