Monday, February 21, 2011

walk 55 miles in my shoes...

"ask not what you can do for your country,
ask where the pub is..."
~jeff coyle

it was quite the busy day tourist-ing in washington d.c.  like yesterday, there are only pictures from my phone... 

to the subway....early morn
i am training those girls early

cooperate people

a great tour
too tired to walk...  he needs a moment of reflection

getting ready for the tour

the amazing rotunda

matty's new flag


don't stab your sister

walking the happy walk

proud to wave his flag




irish pub in chinatown

refueled and landing planes on aircraft carrier @ smithsonian air and space

shuttle to metro

subway adventures

on the rebound

Sunday, February 20, 2011

RoAd tRiP

one day....three kids....four states and one district.  i thought i packed what i needed to upload the pics from my REAL camera to share as we live the tourist life....i didn't....  so all i have to offer are the cheesy pics from my phone... however, lots of good scenes so far....
shannon's message to the fish feeder
important rest stop rhyme
delaware bridge
look, this is where we are....but what's up with those people?
look kids, only a few more hours of penance
going underwater, as jess reported
guidance.....4 hours in the car with 3 kids
gps landmarks

lunch option
good times

a nice night for a stroll
wilton's on wilson
ireland's four courts....and two cute boys

just the scenes


in between computers.
finishing toy shack decorating.
no camera hook-up.
old desk.
saturday zen.....
happiness added to the toy shack windows

settling in.....


Saturday, February 19, 2011

shake it like a polaroid picture

“Sing, Sing a song, Sing out loud, Sing out strong, Sing of good things, not bad, Sing of happy, not sad, Sing, Sing a song, Make it simple, To last your whole life long, Don't worry that it's not good enough, For anyone else to hear, Sing, Sing a song.”

~joe raposo

mike tyson sings as bad as me... (a clip from a true american movie "classic"....  the hangover). 

sums up the movie...and of course, there's carlos

or perhaps i would even beat the champ... my kids won't even let me sing in the car and they actually pray that i don't sing when we are in church.  but i do sing in the car to drive the kids (and jeff) crazy; i sing when american idol is on because i am (not) the next american idol and i do (not) sing better than the really bad people; i sing along when jess plays piano, "mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb..."  the poor lamb would probably run for the hills, toward a coyote, very quickly; and i sing when i am running on the treadmill at my parents' house (not when i'm at the gym, obviously) because i think no one else can hear me, and quite frankly, by the time people gathered to investigate the neighborhood racket, i may smell just as grand as my singing sounds...  (debatable, and therefore they cancel each other out)...

a beautifully awful picture taken with my phone of the solid gold dancers
so tonight, by popular demand, i brought my awesome singing skills and my award winning ability to do choreographed dancing, aka computer generated aerobics, to the den where we fired up the wii.  together. tonight.   limited engagement.  just dance, just dance 2, and the michael jackson game.  shannon, matty, and me.  surprisingly, i was not the one with the high score, but i knew the words to the "oldies"...  jump, jump, by house of pain;  hey ya, by outkast; and thriller....just to name a few.  the kids were so caught up in the moves, they didn't complain about my singing.  ( i think they felt sorry for me because my score was so low).  jeff and jess stayed far away, watching national geographic channel.  shannon and i checked on their status when we came up for a water break.  and from afar, i think i saw a coyote and a little lamb running amok on the tv.

but in the end it doesn't matter how (wonderfully bad) you sing, or if you can (not) follow simple dance moves on a video matters how you wear your smile...
and if you find yourself with a hangover, dial me up, and i can sing you a soothing song.  but check the bathroom first.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

mish & mosh

here's an update on the desk situation... it's still in the same place when raymour and fartagain dropped it off. in the middle of the living room and partially in the dining room.

it's a slow process over here, but i hope to at least hang the curtains in the toy shack (update...that didn't happen).  and then the room will really be ready for this desk that i am typing away upon.  changing computers, moving computers, and changing desks and moving HUGE desks is no easy feat.  but i did move all the crap off the old now all i have for inspiration are empty shelves and a very cute picture i took today....
 matty decided he wanted to put "stuff" in his hair today before school (at 10 minutes to midnight).  so like a good mommy i gooped it up and he told me not to flatten it..."make it all stick up, mommy, but not the sides!"  
so if you are reading this blog, which you are,  click the button on the right hand side that says "follow"...  also, you can leave comments under the blog if you have anything to say.  i found this neat article today, "how to tick people off."  take a gander and check out number 21. 
and since i am so new to this blogging thing, it's safe to say that i still have a very faint idea as to what is going on within this blog.  the font is so big, i try to change it, then it gets too small.... there should be a way for people to receive notification of a new blog via email, but not sure how....  
i have to say a HUGE thank you to my friend who i've known since almost the beginning of time, jen (the runner), who has helped me get this whole blog off the ground.  you can follow her blog too!
here we are after our 5k in bergenfield this past november with my friend vita.  
me, jen, vita

i went to the gym today and became one with the treadmill.  i wound up running an unplanned 5 miles thanks to my friend krissy and a little 80s triumph.  blast it!

and then tonight we found some love here at home...
our happy little ewok