Scenes from a weekend

1. This past weekend was a flurry of activity. It began with our dog, Sami. She is a Lhasa, and little dogs like her are notorious for having eye issues. She developed this blue film on her right eye that was seriously freaking us out. It looked like she was getting glaucoma, or going blind, neither of which was a good thing. I took her to the vet. She has a scratched retina that requires us to administer eye drops and pain meds. The vet asked about her pooping and if she is regular. I told her that I try to never watch the dog go potty. I think it is humiliating for a pet to have an audience while doing its bidness. Plus, ew.

2. Sitting at dinner last night we were discussing career options after college. We encouraged the boys, as we always do, to seriously consider working with their hands, and following in Kevin's footsteps in working for PSEG. We also told them to work hard, save as much money as possible and then get married. John saw the logic in this line of reasoning, and remarked that he was going to buy a small house on a big piece of property. Jeremy said he was not going to do that. I asked him where he planned on living, and he said, "In a cardboard box." Way to aim for the stars, kid.

3. Dexter. Kevin's co-worker told us about this show and we added it to our Netflix cue. This begs the question, why have we not watched this show until now? It is so darkly funny and witty. Love! We watched a total of 4 episodes this weekend.



"Needless to say I have some unusual habits, yet all these socially acceptable people can't wait to pick up hammers and smash their food to bits. Normal people are so hostile."


4. Kevin came up behind me as I was washing dishes and began to breathe on my neck.

"STOP!" I screamed.

He thought that I was liking it and kept doing it. Apparently blood curdling screams and moving as far away as humanly possible while trapped within his grasp did not register with him as being displeasureable.

"STOP!" I yelled again.

"I didn't know that it bothered you like that." He said.

"No, not in a good way."

"Like what way?"

"Like in a Dexter serial killer way."

Project Runway Season 8

Once again, Casanova comes through with the funniest lines of the night.


On Tim Gunn's less than encouraging critique of his outfit:

"It's kind of frustrating. Once again, Casanova, you make a senior citizen garment. I don't know what happened to my taste."


Lamenting to the other designers:

"I'm making clothes for old ladies, sluts and flamingo dancers."


On the possibility of quitting:

"Maybe I need to take a break because I'm in the verge to lose my mind...and I'm getting FAT!"


To the last quote I shouted, "WORD!" at the television. Every day I am in the verge to lose my mind, and I feel fat. We are like siblings separated at birth except one of us was born to a Puerto Rican mom and the other an American mom.

I was so happy that he won last night's challenge. Blogger and I are having a fight concerning uploading photos, so to see the winning look, go here. I would wear those pants in a heartbeat!

Every season there is one designer that grates in my nerves, and this year it is Gretchen. I won't hold the things that she says in the one-on-one interviews against her because I have a feeling the producers ask the designers provocative questions to stir up drama. But the stuff that she says and does in the work room? That I will. She can sew, I give her that, but her attitude is awful!

As for the other designers that she was paired with? Well, I was waiting for someone, anyone, to remind her that it a team project, not her project. Their team lost because they allowed themselves to be sucked into the Gretchen is the boss of all of us vortex.

I also can't believe that they went along with her plan for the runway and the judges query. I would have said, "Gretchen meet the bus. Bus, Gretchen."

And the talking?

Oh, the talking!

Come up for some air, dearie.

I was glad the Michael and Nina gave her the what for, she needed knocking down a peg. And don't even get me started on Tim Gunn throwing down at the end!

It was a great episode! What say you?

Project Runway Season 8

What a great episode, it promises to be a fabulous season. I loved the twist at the beginning, and Casanova's line, "We are still auditioning, that's weird." Hello, Designers, are you new here? Of course there was a twist! This is the same show that had a whole group of people designing clothing from a candy store. Twizzler dress anyone? It's a dress! It's a snack!

So far Casanova is my favorite, his accent kills me. And he delivered the best line of the night. "I took, like, one of my fay-vo-reete pahnts, it's one tao-sand seventy dol-hares." He spent on one pair of pants what most people in Bulgaria make per year. He was beside himself watching Valerie cut them up.

I was sad to see McKell go, I liked her personality- and her hair. I thought that Tim was very genuine in his sadness at McKell going home, too. I love Tim. I would love to have him follow me around all day critiquing the things that I do.

Me: Tim, do you think that I should make pork chops for dinner?

Tim: Pork chops are very provocative.


Me: Tim, are you ready to go to the gym?

Tim: Let us caucus further concerning the gym.


Me: Tim, what do you think of this blouse?

Tim: The cap sleeve worries me.

What a fun and adjective full day that would be!

Thank-you for all of the kind compliments on yesterday's post. I am always in a quandary about posting my things on those linky parties. I love to see what others have done, and yet I feel goofy about them seeing what I have done, I can't explain why.

Up next is the ottoman, or otterman, as I recently saw someone on Craig's list post.

Summer TV

So You Think You Can Dance is one of the television shows that we like to watch during the summer. Let me stress, we like the dancing only. Cat Deeley, the host, is straight up annoying. She is British, and I have nothing personal against the Brits, they are a perfectly lovely people group, it is just Cat. The way she mispronounces words drives us to distraction! There is no "R" at the end of the word America. And, furthermore, it is judges", not "jidges."

I don't know who it is that is responsible for dressing Cat, but they need to seriously rethink their fashion philosophy. Half the time Cat takes the stage she looks like a craft project gone horribly wrong, or a Muppet exploded and she was caught in the spray of feathers, glitter and googly eyes. I will say this though, the girl has great legs!

This is my favorite dance so far this season. I wish that the story leading up to what inspired the choreography was included because it makes the dance that much more powerful. It is based on a woman finding herself in an abusive relationship, something I cannot relate to but can definitely feel through the the story of the dance.



Amazing. If only I could dance like that. When I dance I resemble a dancing elephant in the circus, that is never a good look for television.

On a completely unrelated note, I am loving Beyonce. First Glee reeled me in with "All The Single Ladies" and now I find myself humming "If I Were a Boy."

What are you watching this summer?

Back on track

I would have posted yesterday, but I had to re-group. And by "re-group" I mean find my sanity. I am always losing it. Why is that? Why do my children drive me to the edge? What evil pleasure do they derive from seeing me go completely berserk? I don't know. But I do know that if I saw me go berserk, I would not be so eager to witness it again which brings me back to my first question. Why do my children drive to to the edge?

Tuesday I had had it. No one was listening. No one was cooperating. No one was being have. (Translated that is 'behaving'. Being have is one of my favorite southern expressions.) I wanted nothing more than to sit on the couch with a can of Betty Crocker strawberry mist whipped frosting and a spoon eating myself into a stupor from sugar and red dye #40. But I could not do that because I had to be at a Cub Scout meeting at 6:30 and the children needed to be fed.

As soon as we arrived at the church and went into the building, I ran into my good friend and fellow committee member. She saw on my face just how stressed I was and then she saw the shell shocked faces of my children and knew that we were all stressed.

"Awww," she began, compassion oozing from her voice. "Rough day? Do we need to pray?"

Why, yes, yes we do.

She grabbed all of us and just began to pray. She prayed that God's presence would be with us and that we would have a blessed rest of the week. In that moment I felt a huge weight lift, and I believe my boys felt it, too. How thankful I am for Godly friends who are not afraid to address the issues of the heart and storm the gates of heaven for us.

So yesterday was a re-group day. Some days I just need them. I needed to be free of the internet's lure. I needed to saturate myself in reality and enjoy my children instead of wanting to hide from them in the bathroom. It was a good day.

My break from reality yesterday came only in the form of Marina Nemat's book Prisoner of Tehran. Have you read this book? You should. As I read chapter after chapter last night, tears filled my eyes. I was overcome with emotion as I read Marina's story of survival and faith.

We have another busy ahead of us, and we are looking forward to Survivor tonight. I am so over Russell, I really would love to see the rest of the survivors blindside him and knock him off of his self-ordained pedestal. This season has not been the same since they got rid of the Rob Father. What do you think? Will Russell win?