Friday, May 6, 2011

Now You Know The Dreaded Family Secret

We have an inability to draw a proper star freehand.


It's out of the bag

This was my attempt to show my daughter the basics for recreating Jasper Johns "Flag" for a school art project.

You can see at the top of the rendering that the stars start out okay.

By the last row, fatigue had set in and they suddenly morphed into pointless blobs that resembled stop motion animation of a sack wearing woman running down the street.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

You Probably Should Sue Me For Neglect

Five year old gave us a real run for our money in the emotional meltdown department this evening.

We were told to "stop the madness" and informed that he "couldn't take it anymore".

Apparently his sister made a noise that he found "disturbing" and now he's threatening to throw people  in a lava pit. Well, if he HAD a lava pit anyway.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Machine Guns and Tutu's

Yes, we are getting ready to embark on yet another vacation this summer, and YES I'm aware of how pampered and well taken care of I am.
I'm still in the heated throes of packing five suitcases, getting dogs to the pet sitter and trying to figure out what NEEDS to come and what can be left behind.
War toys, superheros, video games, and styrofoam weaponry are vying for space next to eyeshadow, matching separates and hair accessories.
I've told my husband that we can avoid this stressful ritual by simply BUYING a beach house so we can keep all the necessary junk on hand in the cavernous closet I imagine this seaside retreat to have.
It also has whitewashed walls, an open floor plan and a gourmet kitchen thank you very much....

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A Cowboy Needs a Horse

This was one of the old timey sing a long songs that played consistently in the backround of our leisure time at Walt Disney World this month.
They just don't get any cuter than this.

The September Issue Revisited

Four times.

That's the number of viewings I gave  R.J. Cutlers shockingly good  The September Issue over the last four days and I'm still considering watching it again tonight.

Yes, I know that it just confirms what we all know about  the all powerful Anna Wintour and her minions but what a fascinating look behind the scenes of what it actually takes to properly edit a magazine that will ultimately be the biggest in it's history.

While sitting rapt in front of the screen thinking about putting down the buttered popcorn every so often I also found a new hero. Grace Coddington.

Grace, is the creative heart and soul of that publication and I fell immediately in love with her vision and execution.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

When Ironman Says Jump, You Say How High

On the day in question, Ironman did not feel like going to his occupational therapy session so he shot his mother with his arm weaponry and ran down the street.
Luckily, his mom recovered from her injuries and caught up to him.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

An Alternative Voice

Like millions of Americans, there are days where I am virtually anesthetized by what I hear coming from various media outlets.

Almost like a version of don't ask because I don't want to know and don't tell because the answer is usually something mildly disturbing.

Then we purchased the sleek, sexy Dodge Caravan which came equipped with Satellite radio and the rest was history.

Today the van went into the shop for a much overdue service check (I sound like a 70's swinger with my "van") and I was left to drive my husbands car which only has good old fashioned terrestial radio.

The FM popular music stations were embarrassingly free of good tunes and good talk so I dialed it down to my old standby 88.5 WAMU but was thwarted by poor reception and an sudden inability to multitask.

Off it went until all kids exited the vehicle.

In pursuit of crackle free entertainment I dipped even lower down to WPFW to listen to Democracy Now who were running a feature on the crisis in Thailand with several guests who held varied and steadfast beliefs on the situation. It was an interesting debate to say the least.

This little independent station, and I use the term independent in it's truest sense here, has been alive and kicking for 33 years now with their motto of "question everything you hear".

They accept no commercial underwriting of programming and therefore are able to provide an untainted alternative voice not swayed by fear of upsetting big bosses or large looming companies.

It's quite refreshing actually.

I feel like somewhat of a fucking revolutionary just listening to them.

Since media really is essential to the way we live and the news we absorb these  muckrakers are a gem in the sea of ick.

They are smack dab in the middle of their Spring Membership drive and if I wasn't so low on cash right now, I'd call right up and participate.

So thanks WPFW for the thought provoking content. I might even switch over to FM once in awhile when the minivan comes back.