Met Robert Irvine Wednesday night in Chicago. I was already a fan, but now I’m a super fan. He was really personable and funny … gave my colleague a little forehead slap when he found out she is a Vanilla Ice fan (we met him too). He’s also super buff and smells really yummy.
And he was totally down with the selfie.
I’m in Chicago this week, and while I’m happy to be staying at the famous Drake Hotel, every trip to my room makes me think of The Shining. And of course, that’s my room at the end of the hallway (behind the twins).
It’s been a busy year! I’ve thought of plenty of things to post, but just never get to it. So I’ve put WordPress on my mobile, which will hopefully make it easier.
I’ve enjoyed lots of work travel in the past few months … Japan, New York (twice), and I’m currently in Wisconsin. Brrrrr.
Japan was amazing … in “another world” kind of way. I was a bit of a sideshow, and the culture was shocking (specifically the treatment of women), but it was a lovely island (Okinawa) and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
Of course the sushi was amazing, as was the Kobe beef, and I tried many things that looked scary because I had a Japanese colleague there to explain the dishes. We didn’t have much time for sightseeing, but did visit a castle … I’ll post photos of that later.
The girls are growing up fast … Anabella asked me last week when she could start dating. I’m like “you are EIGHT!” And Scarlett is involved in a kindergarten love triangle that is proving to be very dramatic. I’m fairly certain their high school years are going to be hell for me.
Heading to Kuala Lumpur next week, so the adventures continue!
The biggest WTF this week is that Dan has pneumonia … again. For the second time in three years. It seems so unlikely, considering he is only 41 and has only been really ill twice in the 15 years I’ve known him. And the last time was during the holidays as well. I’m not saying it’s intentional, but he’s definitely our own personal Grinch. 😉
So … I’ve put together some recent photos for WTF Wednesday to distract myself from nursemaid hell.
We recently went to Michigan, and our rent car had this little “warning” sign that kept popping up on the speedometer.(Look near the 10 mark. Click if you need to enlarge.)
Is that a coffee cup? Were we running low on caffeine? I meant to look it up in the manual, but forgot, so if you have a clue, please leave a comment.
Then there was this lady on the Parking Spot shuttle.
Have you ever seen so many bracelets? All I could think was 1. it’s really loud when she moves. And 2. Those have to be wicked heavy.
Once home, I was switching purses and noticed several “treasures” that clearly didn’t belong to me. How did wiggle eyes and the lid to a teapot find their way in there? And, did I really carry a teapot lid all the way to Michigan and back?!
And finally, there’s this. When I saw this guy, it took me several seconds to figure out exactly what was going on with his head.
He was sweet enough to let me take his photo, so the real WTF here is why are we all spending so much on Bluetooth when all we need is a rubberband?
This past summer I ordered something from SkyMall, and have been receiving all kinds of cheesy catalogs ever since. A few weeks before Halloween another load of catalogs arrived, and the one below caught Anabella’s eye. She decided we should look through the catalog and pick out our favorite thing on every page. So we flipped through, page by page, her pointing out things she liked and me doing eyeball rolls in my mind. (The clothes are not exactly my style, or probably anyone’s style for that matter.)
And then, we got to page 34 ….
Yep. Right in the middle of a woman’s clothing catalog. A full page spread of vibrators and dildos. WTF? Seriously. WTF?
Of course I was completely shocked. And I certainly didn’t want to have THAT conversation, so I quickly threw the catalog across the room. Anabella was completely stunned (she was probably thinking WTF? herself!), so I distracted her by saying “Let’s go get some ice cream and watch SpongeBob!” Worked like a charm and everything was right in the world again.
However, WTF Pyramid Collection people? I didn’t ask for your catalog, and the least you could do is add some sort of disclaimer to the front if you are going to sneak a page of adult toys and S&M jewelry into the middle.
Frankie Stein and the Wicked Witch thoroughly enjoyed Halloween. We hope you did too!
No longer a baby, but still the sweetest little girl … incredibly gentle and kind-hearted. She loves her friends, her family and every real and stuffed animal she meets with every ounce of her little being. I am so proud of who she is … even when she is being slightly devious (usually when fighting with Anabella).
As I say in every other post about the girls, the last six years have flown by. Now she’s in kindergarten and talking about what she wants to be when she grows up. However, she swears that she is going to live here and take care of me forever (Dan is still a question mark), so I guess I’m covered.
And this is my sweet baby coming to rescue me after an unfortunate trampoline accident at her birthday party. It’s nice to be loved so much.
It’s been nearly two weeks since we had to put Winston down. And I think I can finally write something about him without bawling like a big baby.
Winston was the cutest puppy. I remember when we went to pick him up … he was all wrinkles and cuteness with a lightning bolt mark on his head. The breeder called him “Flash,” which is totally ironic considering that is the last word I would use to describe him.
As a teenager, he was a major pain in my ass. He chewed everything. He couldn’t get up and down the steps in our first house, so he would bark from the downstairs to let us know that he didn’t enjoy being down there alone. Once he figured out that wasn’t going to change, he started gnawing on my furniture at night. One night I came down to find him standing (and leaving crazy scratches) on my brand new Pottery Barn coffee table. He would sit under my desk and make crazy noises until I played with him. This was a common sight.
Then we got Frankie, and Winston instantly loved him.
He was by far the most gentle dog I have ever known. He took years of torture from the girls during their toddler years … poking, smacking, riding, etc. … without a single growl or sideways look. I can’t tell you how many of these photos I have:
And this is how I choose to remember him now, smiling and enjoying the sunshine.
I didn’t realize how much I would miss him … he wasn’t a very active dog, but he was always there. Sleeping on my side of the bed, snoring like crazy, or at the end of the couch. Snoring like crazy. ha.
You were a great dog, and we will miss you very much, Winston.
Last week my mom and I took the girls shopping for back-to-school clothes, then to lunch and to Visible Changes for haircuts. The guy cutting Scarlett’s hair seemed nice enough, but when I looked over mid-haircut, I noticed something …
The tattoo on his arm? Yes, that does say “Blow Me.”
WTF? I’m not prude, and clearly I enjoy the occasional curse word, but really? Permanently on your arm? And you work in a public-facing job? With children? Maybe I should get “WTF?” tattooed on my forehead. I’m sure no one at my office would mind.
Luckily Scarlett was too blissfully happy to be getting a haircut to notice. Thank goodness it wasn’t Anabella, because she would have totally caught it and the questions would not have stopped. And I’m not in the mood to explain blow jobs just yet.