Daisies and Hip Hop Don't Mix

So, my Daisy troop co-leader hired someone to come in and teach the girls a hip hop routine today during our troop meeting.

It was the best money spent ever. It was adorable, hilarious, and darling all at the same time. During the "recital" afterwards several of the teachers at the school came in and watched.

Bear was, well, bear. From the waist down she's fine. She can do all of the complicated steps and turns, no problem. But from the waist up? A complete disaster. She barely moves at all. If her head moved six inches during the entire performance I would be shocked. They were doing the lean back shoulder groove thing and she moves about an inch. Max. They were supposed to be bent over and snapping their fingers while swaying. There was no sway. There was no bend. There, however, was snapping. However, she rocked the "strike a pose with an attitude" part at the end. My girl, she can pretend to be a bratty 13 year old, no problem. I was so proud.

Goodness, it was a good time. Best. Meeting. Ever!

NotD: China Glaze Vampy. I broke a nail badly last night while I was cleaning (and in a snit.) So it's dark, vampy colors for a while.

Today sleeping in, tomorrow school!

Tomorrow normal life resumes. Well, for a day. Then Christmas Eve occurs and you know, normal life goes away again for a few days.

Today was boring again (I knnow, why the hell bother with blogging if nothing ever happens?) more cleaning, more games, more children who refuse to sleep.

Of games and sleepless children

Note: It is difficult to post when your children strongly believe sleep is for the weak.

We have a lovely day today, though. We played the Cities and Knights expansion of Settlers of Catan for the first time and it was a blast (and no cleaning! Though I did sleep on the couch last night as there were three children on my side of the bed...)

Must get a California King!

NotD: OPI Vanilla-zuela

Me again

I know, I know... Readers are dropping dead of heart attacks as we speak...

Today was a continuation of "The Great Toy Purge and Cleaning of 2008-2009, The Purge So Great, it Took Two Years." Bah! I've been at this for days and I'm pretty tired of it. Hopefully after tomorrow's boring blog entry (still cleaning...) I will finally be done.

Unfortunately with the massive amounts of cleaning comes lots of times for self reflection and thought. Never a good thing for me, of course. Turns out I still miss my father and cat. Who knew?

Okay, enough sarcasm for today. I promise, when the great purge is done there will be actual content.

No stitching today - only cleaning (actually, I sat down to stitch and promptly broke a glass. I took it as a sign from God.)

NOTD: Still NYC Molten Metal. But I've got some major tip wear (a cleaning issue, not a polish issue I think) so tomorrow I'm sure I'll be changing.

Happy New Year!

Well, I'm going to desperately try to post more often this year. Call it a non-resolution for one who doesn't *do* resolutions (or talk about "this year being better" etc. I've been bitten on the ass enough by that one thankyouverymuch.)

So, consider this a filler post - hopefully the only one in a chatty year.

Current project: a counted canvaswork ornament
NOTD: NYC Molten Metal

O.M.G.

Indiana went blue.

(aside to California: I'm sorry m but we have to break up now. You have let me down so thoroughly I can't even begin to explain it. Now my heart is in MA.)

Post-Olympic wrap-up

First of all - serious kudos for those capable of blogging and stitching/knitting during the Olympics. How on Earth do you do it? For me the Olympics is the time I divorce my husband and plop in front of the TV for hours of uninterrupted competitive goodness. I watch it all. I'm utterly obsessed and inseparable from the TV. I can't stitch or even do logic puzzles. I'm just completely drawn in. So I am completely in awe of all of the Olympic stitching I have seen. (For the record, my obsession is not my fault - it's my father's. When I was younger he used to translate for sporting events and we got free tickets to attend. {In fact, I attended the first competition on US soil after the 1980 Olympics in which Soviet athletes competed.}So I've seem numerous track and field/aquatics competitions live, and have even been interviewed by the FBI after athletes defected. Ah, I miss the Cold War, don't you?) Oddly enough I glossed through the part of the Opening Ceremonies everyone else was going gaga over, I live for the Parade of Nations.

However, I did take one break during the Olympics (though it was darn inconvenient timing) and went to Projekt Revolution. My sister and I had a great time! (Not a surprise, we had a great time last year too.) We got there in time for Atreyu (Liz wanted to see them) and then kicked around until Chris Cornell took the stage (3 frickin' hours later.) Turns out we should have shown up earlier for Steel Drum Corp, because when we saw them later they completely rocked!) Year to year comparisons - I preferred last year. My Chemical Romance just stole the show. The lead singer is adorable and can put on one heck of an act (notice I'm trying to tone down the language - difficult when discussing punk.) Hearing Teenage live for a crowd of thousands was just amazing and the filler was awesome - more especially when he did We Will Rock You and an homage to dear sweet Mr. Mercury. Sigh. Although Cornell was pretty good. I just preferred MCR (oddly enough, I probably prefer Cornell's music, but MCR was a much better show.) The 80s chick in me was kinda miffed Busta' Rhymes pulled out. The would have been rather amusing to see, no? Let's see - significantly different demographics. Last year the average age had to be about 20. This year's was 30, easy. And a lots less pot. Seriously, much less. Last year by the end of the concert we were higher then kites (contact high people, contact high) and had the munchies something fierce. This year not at all. We didn't even stop for a late snack. Very odd. Of course, both years Linkin Park completely rocked. They know how to put on a live show and they do it well. Amazing energy, amazing connections with the audience. The perfect segues between fast, screaming songs and slow powerful ones. Whoever puts their set mix together show get an award - they do the most well balanced, thought out show I have ever seen. So, yeah, Liz and I have a date for next year, and it's cheap (we got lawn tickets for $15 and upgraded to Pavilion when we got there for $10 more making the tickets still cheaper then the actual price for the lawn seats.) Of course, PR routinely throws of my rocker chick, guitar heavy concert list, but I think it's probably worth it.

Now if only I could convince Queen + PR to extend their tour to the US. Please? Seriously, who do I have to kill to get Brian May to perform on US soil again?

Umm.. Brian May.

Movie quote meme

Not that anyone reads this blog, but it seemed a fun thing to do.

1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb (or IMSDb) search functions.
5. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.

Lots of these will be super simple as I'll probably use a favorite quote from each...

1) Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.

2) Sir, the truth is I talk to God all the time, and no offense, but He never mentioned you.

3) - That was a very brave thing you did.
- Trying to catch the light?

4) So I was forced to deliver the news to a scared child who wanted nothing more than to play with other children. I had to tell this little boy that He was God's only Son, and that it meant a life of persecution and eventual crucifixion at the hands of the very people He came to enlighten and redeem. He begged me to take it back, as if I could. He begged me to make it all not true. And I'll let you in on something, Bethany, this is something I've never told anyone before... If I had the power, I would have. Suz is complete correct. Dogma - I adore this movie and the take it has on God and religion. One of the few movies I rented so many times I had actually spent more money then had I just bought it. So I did.

5) We need to get bigger guns. BIG FUCKING GUNS!

6) Memories are meant to fade. They're designed that way for a reason.

7) - Leonard, always get a receipt.
- That's good advice. I'll have to write that down.

8) Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'm swamped. Suz again. The Princess Bride - Admittedly a gimme, but how could you not love the line (or the movie?)

9) The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that... he is gone.

10) (two, because they're both too vague on their own)
You're beautiful.
Oh, the humanity!

11) Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me.

12) We begin by coveting what we see every day. Suz again. The Silence of the Lambs - I don't own this one, but I'm a complete lemming for it. Every time I flip by and it is on I have to watch the rest of it. It doesn't matter if it just started or if it is 5 minutes away from ending. I simply must watch it. Absolutely the best psychological thriller ever.

13) It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?

14) More's the pity. Then your tailors will rule the land, and no one will make the clothes. So much for French fashion, and French politics.

15) I don't know who you are or where you've come from, but from now on you'll do as I say, okay?

Enjoy!

The Glam Files - Case 1.0

Wet 'n' Wild - Precious Metels - 354A Lilac Metel

So... I've been reading quite a bit of beauty and make-up porn recently. Which is rather odd considering I never wear make-up (other then lipstick. I'm a lipstick whore.) But, it's become my new obsession, as has finding make-up that truely doesn't look like make-up while hiding the fact that an entire alien army could be hiding in my pores and nobody would know... Stu likes to poke fun at me, but like all internet diversions it started innocently enough and in a completely different area.

I was frequently reading the Adagio Tea board. Because, well, I like tea and I order it from Adagio. One of the posters was a perfume blogger. And well, fragrence bloggers are their own beast. They buy, swap, and sell perfumes that retail for several hundred dollars a bottle. They describe scents I can't imagine. They actually like the smell of Chanel Number 5.

Just plain insane I tell you.

And completely out of my league. Though I've been wearing perfume more often and it is of a decent quality, it is no where near the niche perfumes that these people seek out. Turns out, though endlessly intriguing, I'm simply not the fragrence type.

But fragrence blogs led to make up blogs, as gateway drugs often do. Suddenly I found myself reading beauty and make up blogs daily. Obsessing over MUA and its FotD/EotD photos. I still can't imagine even attempting to carry off most of the looks at 31 and with three children. But ah, the drug was good and oh so enticing. I read and read about primer, foundation, powder, eye make up, lipstick, lip gloss, and nails. And it was still good. I took my husband out for dinner for his birthday and actually wore make up. And I didn't even feel that it looked like crap.

So here we are. I'm still not able to even contemplate wearing make up daily (or weekly, but maybe monthly.) But I'm back in the habit of painting my nails and still collecting lipsticks at a record pace.

On to the swatches -

This is not my normal color. I own maybe 15 polishes, and 13 of them are red. THis was a gift and I've been meaning to try it out for a while.




The left is two coats. I absolutely adore the effect. I'm more a rosey lilac then a true purple. The shimmer is thee, but the silver isn't overwhelming. The right is three. By three coats the purple is much more prominent and the silver is becoming much more powerful. Though I still like it, I greatly prefer two coats.



Again, two coats on left, three on the right. As for the polish itself. The application was easy - not too thick or too thin, and the feel is very smooth and slippery - not gritty or coarse. So even though it's not red. I just might like it anyway.

A Vignette

More about life later - but first an interlude.

Saturday night we had done our usual dinner at DQ. Onion rings for me (something that always makes me all nostalgic as my dad and I used to do it all the time when I was a kids. Although, oddly enough, according to Liz he never did it with her,) fries for Stu, chicken finger meals for the kids, and ice cream for everyone after. We were on our way home when I noticed we weren't actually going home. Turns out we were continuing our new "actually talking on Saturday night" tradition (yes, for those of you who know me well, it is very unlike me. I have no clue how this began, I just know it is not me. You have my permission to be very afriad. But rest assured, I'm still silent as a churchmouse on almost everything. Wouldn't want to be communicative now would we?) and he wanted champagne, rather then the usual bottle of wine we split.

"But I don't have ID. I just grabbed money and the coupon."

"You haven't been carded in years. Just show them the grey hair if they ask."

*BONK*

So, I get out of the car, grab some champagne and, on a whim, some beer (for my biennial "Holy crap, I do hate beer!" reminder, and not the cheap stuff. If I'm going to hate beer, I'm going to hate a micro-brew.) Go up to the check-out and...

"Can I see your ID Miss?"

"No, I don't have it on me."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

At which point in time I basically collapsed into giggles. Yep folks, I was denied alcohol. I came out of the store with nothing but a grin and he just looked at me.

"You got carded?"

"Yep."

So, long story short he went in, got some champagne and we went on our way,

The bast part? He didn't get carded.