fashion friday
Because its a leap year, but more importantly because I’m out of town, I’m leaping over this Friday’s fashion post.
I’ll write about Miss America’s homecoming when I get back.
Wheee, I’m in pageant world
thursday thirteen
I came across another blog, here, who had a very entertaining Thursday Thirteen as opposed to my Top Ten Thursday, which I realize now, is not as great of alliteration as the double diphthong . If you notice the end of her post, there is even a community of fellow Thursday Thirteenists who enjoy tagging their lists and keeping up with other listers’ lists.
However appealing to be one of the chosen, I’ll maintain my Top Ten Thursday because it is original, I’m stubborn, and it’s less work to find ten of something than thirteen.
But, what is even less work for me, is featuring a guest blogger/alliterist/list-mak
er, and her entertaining Thursday Thirteen.
I’lll introduce her thirteen by saying, the next time I scrape my knee and it doesnt look like a piece of bacon on its own, I’ll use one of these band-aids to remind myself of how bad my wound could look.
1. Iheartbacon.com. Yup, there’s a blog for that. But we should have know that already, right? They’ve got an icon if you want to link.
2. Feeling adventurous? How about whipping up your own batch of chocolate covered bacon? Mmmmm… GAG Good. You can find some detailed instructions here. 
3. Sir Francis Bacon (1561-1626) – Statesman, essayist, historian, intellectual reformer, philosopher, and champion of modern science. Not as yummy on a BLT as say Apple Smoked Bacon, but probably not as fattening either.
4. A bacon inquiry. More information on porcine lactation than you probably ever wanted to know. Funny in a painful/I-feel-so-sorry-for-the-guy-who-had-to-answer-this-letter kind of way.
5. Bacon Salt, because “everything should taste like bacon.”
6. Oh yeah, it’s time for bacon!
7. St. Anthony, the patron saint of bacon.
8. A bacon briefcase?!!
9.The Oracle of Bacon. Can you stump the oracle? It’s Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon and it’s not as easy as it sounds. I tried. Even Fred Astaire is only two degrees away.
10. Sorry girls. 
11. A bacon dispenser. Ask and ye shall receive.
12. Uncle Oinker’s Bacon Mints
13. A Beggin’, Lettuce and Tomato sandwich, made with real Beggin’ Strips. “Dogs don’t know they’re not bacon,” but people should. Check out Steve, Don’t Eat It! for the hilarious results.
The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun!
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Just another manic Monday
Sunday, my son had a fever. We took him to ER because he wouldn’t walk, he barely talked, and he wouldn’t even smile. He just wanted to lie around, and this was entirely opposite of his regular exploring-adventurer self.
We arrived to a packed waiting room. Coughing babies, withered elderly in wheel chairs surrounded by relatives looking more annoyed than concerned. An Islamic family crowded beneath the TV mounted in the corner showing a Barbara Walters interviewing Miley Cyrus on a special edition of 20/20. Then Babs highlighted the leading lady of Juno and sang along to her version of the theme song. In all the chaos, the last thing I needed to hear was the famous journalist humming, “with… out… you… doot doot da doot doot da doot doot da doo doooo…”
After the ER nurse interrupted America’s latest idols, announcing that the wait would be at least three hours and hopefully not six, the little feverish sweetheart cooled down and we decided to take our chances at home with a bottle of infant Tylenol.
Once we got home and he had some food some meds he wanted to play… weren’t you just miserably lethargic two hours ago?
Well, thank God. I took Monday off work just to be sure he didn’t take a turn for the worse, and we stopped into the doctor’s office just to be sure.
During the hour-and-a-half wait in the clinic lobby; my son decided it was playtime. Let’s read a magazine and rip out all the pages. Okay now lets eat just kidding lets jump. But wait if I hit this chair it makes noise. Let’s do that. Ooo another baby! Hi lets be friends. Ew, you’re coughing. Is that something I can touch? Hey your bottle looks like mine. Ooo cereal! Maybe if I dump the whole thing out into mommy’s purse, I can pick up one to eat! Whee! Hi mom! Hi lady! Hi baby! Ooo TV! Hi Elmo!
It was nonstop. He was on hyper drive to make up for Sunday. I made a fart noise with my mouth a few times and he laughed so hard he got the hiccups. And that was before he decided to make my cheek his new teething toy.
Finally into the office, we find out he has nothing but maybe possibly and perhaps a sinus infection that some Tylenol, saline solution to the nose and some good booger sucking shouldn’t cure.
That’s when I realized, the MGF.
The Mommy Gross Factor
Now that I have been a mother for nine months, I realized the whole world changes. Things that were gross and never spoken are now dinner table topics and as regular as… well, pooping.
The MGF comes and goes—its like people that work well under pressure just have a mechanism that kicks in and they suddenly find grace, peace of mind, and the ability to think clearly when everyone else is frantic and scatterbrained.
MGF includes not even blinking when:
- You get peed on
- You get pooped on
- You catch barf in your hand or hair or whatever
- You step in a puddle and realize that it is one—or all—of the above secretions
- You reach in baby’s mouth to remove whatever he is choking on
- You eat gooey sucked-on cereal pieces when baby tries to put them in your mouth and feed you like you feed him. Sharing is… cute. Slimy. But cute.
- You assume all baby food tastes like what it says it tastes like and you take a big bite in front of your baby to encourage him to eat his and then fake a yummy face and swallow it while your eyes are watering and your stomach is tied in a double knot
- You assume Pedialyte “unflavored” tastes like water and chug the last bit in the bottle—it tastes more like contact solution
- You clean off a dropped pacifier with your mouth
- You wipe away boogers and snot with your hand when you’ve already used all the available tissues and/or wipes
- You realize your gray shirt is supposed to be black
- You submit to getting slimed in the face because you know its an effort at a kiss
- You get drooled on
- You get drooled on in your mouth while playing “super baby”
- You find cereal in your ear
- You find cereal in your armpit
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You realize on Friday your last shower was on Wednesday. Last week
fashion friday
This week’s fashion update was none other than work-elevator inspired:
In a Condé Nast article, we learn of the 70’s REVIVAL
Huge 70’s designers, like Halston, are bringing back classic American fashion this year thanks to new ownership.
“When reports of the fall 2008 collections begin to hit the press, you might feel you’ve entered a time warp. Four of the biggest fashion names of the 1970s—Halston, Bill Blass, Ungaro, and Loris Azzaro—have been on varying degrees of the sartorial back burner for years. In some cases, there’s been a dress or even a collection here or there. In others, new designers and runway shows have cropped up, without resulting in enough buzz or profit to signal a comeback.
But this season, each one has deep-pocketed new owners—among them movie mogul Harvey Weinstein and Silicon Valley entrepreneur Asim Abdullah—with the talent and teams in place to potentially launch major revivals. Fashionistas get a chance to see two of the born-again labels, Halston and Bill Blass, during New York’s Fashion Week, which runs until February 8.
I’m thrilled for the comeback.
As a child of the eighties, I can’t help but feel like I missed out on some incredible fashion trends when I look at photos of 70’s fashion.
From the feathered hair to the toga-draped sundresses, it just seemed like the 70’s were about looking great and knowing it.
There was no fear of color or style, and it just seemed like people wanted to have fun from interior design to beachwear.
I got a forward of a JC Penny catalogue from ’77 that really made me feel like I really could have flourished in that decade had I been conceived early enough.
Now, I can’t speak for the men, because many of them seem happy NOT wearing tight clothes, but some of the ladies’ fashion already has a clear influence on today’s runways. 70’s-inspired apparel can be found on retail shelves from Nordstrom’s to WalMart.
But I will promise had we been twenty years older, you would never have caught us in these matching vestments.
an amendment
top ten thursday
I need to make a point about last week’s top ten. I must have been temporarily afflicted with amnesia because I completely forgot to include the incredible Kia Car Salesman Flashdance Commercial. No, it wasn’t amnesia, I was A MANIAC:
This commercial is hands down NUMBER ONE and everything else has to step back one place. Therefore, the former #10 has now been demoted to honorable mention.
Now, this week, I decided to highlight the BEST FAMILY COMEDIES of the eighties and nineties.
10. Step by Step –because it was on TGIF and that’s what came next.
9. Family Matters—because we all watched it then and wonder why now, saying in a nasal voice, “did I do that?”
8. Full House—because we were convinced we knew which Olsen twin was playing Michelle in each scene.
7. Who’s the Boss—because a man was a housekeeper, ay- oh, oh-ay.
6. Diff’rent Strokes—because then it was controversial that a rich white man would adopt two inner city chirrens.
5. The Wonder Years—because then, some jokes we got and some we pretended to get; now, we relate.
4. Family Ties—because there’s just something about Michael J. Fox.
3. Growing Pains—because the song was so catchy.
2. Fresh Prince of Bel-Air—because it was just so dang funny.
NUMBER ONE: The Cosby Show – because we all wished our families were like the Huxtables .
squirrel for lunch
I opened the door, took two steps towards the car, stopped dead in my tracks, stunned with fascination, and stared, jaw-dropped and open mouthed, at a hawk catching a squirrel for its Sunday afternoon treat near our driveway.
Not even kidding. It’s rare to see that in the wild, let alone on a residential street in the middle of the day.
I watched it spread its long brown wings and soar parallel to the street, not more than three feet above the ground, dangling a fat gray squirrel in its talons.
Once I shook myself from petrification, I ran inside to tell my husband, who probably thought something unbelievably horrific had happened by the way I stormed in screaming his name and almost falling down the stairs in my haste to explain what I just saw to him.
I felt all of a sudden like a three-year-old, eyes big as saucers, arms out-stretched as if imitating the hawk, stuttering and stumbling over my words in excitement while still trying to sound intelligent.
He followed me upstairs and I went back outside to look.
The huge brown hawk took his meal just across the street to the front yard of the vacant house for sale and there he ate in peace until he saw me in my bright green Kermit the frog coat staring at him.
Thanks, Lady Hawk, for the entertaining brush with National Geographic-meets-Chicago.
And so long, little gray squirrel, that was an amazing way to die.
fashion fridays
I was just inspired here to create a final week addiction blog and its called FASHION FRIDAYS!!
I’m also a huge fan of alliteration, if you haven’t noticed.
I really like the idea of high-waist pants, but considering my post-baby
body is not unlike the mom from The Incredibles, …I’m going to stay away from them. Far far away from pants that exaggerate my little waist and HUGE bum.
so instead, this weeks pick is…..
TRIBAL PRINT. Because everyone looks fat in tribal print. Just kidding. Apparently huge (no pun) for the spring, and doable for …non-ethnic… (?) people. You know what I mean.
This one is drop dead amazing. Its by Oscar de la Renta, my favorite surprise designer. I call him surprise because lately, I’ve been struck by some great styles, and each time I’ve been like, “Omigosh, this is so cute! Who is it? ….It’s Oscar!!”
Long and flowy is also a fantastic look by DKNY. especially if you’re tall.
.. which I’m not. But I would pull this look off with confidence.
Aaaaand strut…
