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Crochet Soiree
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Hey hookers (and I mean that in the most loving way), check out this website. I don't know if it's new or not but I just heard about it this morning....
Rabu, 29 Juli 2009
Selasa, 28 Juli 2009
Girls: 1 / Boys: 4
That would be the ratio of estrogen to testosterone in my household. The boys are totally in the lead. Even if you count the 2 female calico cats, I'm outnumbered. It'd be useless anyhow cause they are only on my team when I'm the one opening the can of kitty chow.
Anyways. Thought I'd share this with those of you raising daughters...if you are finding yourself bewildered at the amount of flip flops, toe rings, or bottles of nail polish that they 'must have', or if you have ever entertained the idea that boys are less expensive, check out what boys prefer on (under) their feet:
Anyways. Thought I'd share this with those of you raising daughters...if you are finding yourself bewildered at the amount of flip flops, toe rings, or bottles of nail polish that they 'must have', or if you have ever entertained the idea that boys are less expensive, check out what boys prefer on (under) their feet:
Beast skateboards, yo. (OMG, who was that?)
These colorful slats of wood all belong to just one of my boys.
AJ....my sweet little Apple Jack. (He's almost 15, so cross your heart promise not to tell him I called him that, k?)
To you and I they appear to be abused and worn out skateboards. To him, those scuff marks reveal his passion. Including, maybe even especially, the one without trucks & wheels. Not just any will do, you know. (Perhaps its similar to preferring hand dyed merino wool to RHSS? Just trying to relate here...)
A couple are cheap, a couple are expensive, all get equal time. And he's getting another one next week. I'm not sure if he is working his way up to a board for each day of the week, trying to match outfits (the skater wardrobe is a conversation for another time) - but as long as he is happy and engaged in something healthy, then who am I (buyer of yarn for no reason) to argue?
Senin, 27 Juli 2009
Read The Book, Watched The Movie, Wore the T-Shirt
I have read bunches of books that, eventually, and sometimes suprisingly, became movies. Like WAY before there was ever news of a movie deal. Probably I am a genius and should be otherwise employed as a book-come-movie decider. If there is such a thing.
The first time it happened was with Flowers In The Attic. Where I come from, you can't actually complete the puberty process without a VC Andrews book or two. Or all of them in print at the time if you were me. I suspect you are saying to yourself "uh, why?" cause they are all very much the same and only the names change. I'll tell you - the truth of the matter is I was a very sheltered child. My parents wouldn't even let me read about those perfect blonde twins in the Sweet Valley High series. Something about being too focused on boyfriends and high school cliques. It didn't matter much, I wasn't all that interested anyways. But I WAS interested when a friend tossed a ratty Flowers paperback my way. In my young mind the book was so "grown up" and the fact that it would be considered very taboo by my parents made it all the better - I coveted them and kept them out of plain sight at home (and talked my great grandmother into buying me the rest of the series and, over time, several others). I devoured them, loved them (still do, likely always will), felt a part of them, couldn't get enough of them. I truly believed they were giving me secret adult knowledge that my parents were hiding from me. What can I say? I was pubescent. Everything was dramatic and everyone had a motive. Years later the first one became a movie. Harsh disappointment. Why can't a director just follow a dang book?
Now I know this was not the first time in history that a book became a lame movie, but it was my first experience.
The next time it happened was with The Firm, a John Grisham book. I read it and a little while later? Movie. With a different ending. Naturally.
Over the years there has been The Nanny Diaries, The Devil Wears Prada - which I cracked up at and tried to get friends to read but no one was interested for a couple years until, hmm, imagine that, it was on the silver screen.
What else? Confessions of A Shopaholic (we went over that last week) and The Bridges of Madison County. The Time Travelers Wife. Tuck Everlasting. Bridge To Terabithia (altho I think there was a movie on that before & after I read that one). Oh, and there was Where The Heart Is and Memoirs of A Geisha and well, crud. Let's see. (Knocking on head...) Got it! The Ya-Ya Siterhood. I tell you no lies here. I read it several years before Sandra Bullock landed the role, or before there was even a role for Sandra Bullock to land.
What else...what else...figures! Now that I am trying to convince you all of how obviously gifted I am at choosing books to become movies I am at a loss for titles. I could run up the stairs and take a peek at my book shelf. But. That would require, you know, going. up. the. stairs. All of them. And then back down again, which is easier, but not entirely effortless.
Oh well, I am pretty sure you get the idea without me boring you with the details or wearing myself out climbing steps. (I just know that when I go to bed tonight about 12 more titles will come to mind! Ain't that always the way?)
There were also some borderline books - where I'm not sure if there were deals going on behind the scenes or not when I read them because it wasn't being publicly talked about but they were too close to call. To name two: Tuesdays With Maury and The Memory Keepers Daughter. I read them because they sounded good...and because everytime I went to Target they called to me. How did they know my name? I swear I tried to ignore them and to shop only for much needed shampoo and toothpaste. But darn those Target team members for putting the books right there across the aisle from the necessities. Once I picked one up and thumbed thru it, it was all over. It became a necessity. You know how that goes. Don't you? If so, maybe you could tell my husband so he believes me? (Friends, if Target starts selling yarn? I could so be smacked with divorce papers.)
So on to my recent change of events....I have decided to buy a book based on a movie that I want to see. There's a first time for everything, right?
Guess what I picked?
Julie & Julia - about the chick named Julie who decides to spend a year making Julia Childs recipes and writing a blog about it. Loved the trailer. Bought the book. I have only just started reading it, but I'm certain I will have it finished in time for the movie to come out...on August 7th.
Date night! HOLLA!
What?
You don't think I can convince ol' Mister Jones that it's a GOOD date night movie?
Sure I can!
I mean, I might have to dig a little deeper into my bag-o-wife-tricks, but I assure you it can, AND WILL, be done.
Am I setting myself up for the bitter reality of another book-turned-movie gone bad? Or will the book be annoying and the movie with all its Meryl Streep-ness be an adorable hit?
Who knows. I'm just happy to have a book to read that's light-hearted. And I am going to try really hard not to pitch a fit if it all goes awry. But lets not think negatively, ok? Lets think only blissful thoughts - after all, its a movie based on a book based on a cook and a blogger. WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE, I say! Or rather, I ask!
OK, now I'm just getting carried away. Oooh, ooh, thought of another - really trashy chicklit book Maneater. Man Eater? Anyways, by Gige Lavinge someone-or-other.
http://www.julieandjulia.com/
Wanna see the trailer? Silly me, OF COURSE YOU DO!
The first time it happened was with Flowers In The Attic. Where I come from, you can't actually complete the puberty process without a VC Andrews book or two. Or all of them in print at the time if you were me. I suspect you are saying to yourself "uh, why?" cause they are all very much the same and only the names change. I'll tell you - the truth of the matter is I was a very sheltered child. My parents wouldn't even let me read about those perfect blonde twins in the Sweet Valley High series. Something about being too focused on boyfriends and high school cliques. It didn't matter much, I wasn't all that interested anyways. But I WAS interested when a friend tossed a ratty Flowers paperback my way. In my young mind the book was so "grown up" and the fact that it would be considered very taboo by my parents made it all the better - I coveted them and kept them out of plain sight at home (and talked my great grandmother into buying me the rest of the series and, over time, several others). I devoured them, loved them (still do, likely always will), felt a part of them, couldn't get enough of them. I truly believed they were giving me secret adult knowledge that my parents were hiding from me. What can I say? I was pubescent. Everything was dramatic and everyone had a motive. Years later the first one became a movie. Harsh disappointment. Why can't a director just follow a dang book?
Now I know this was not the first time in history that a book became a lame movie, but it was my first experience.
The next time it happened was with The Firm, a John Grisham book. I read it and a little while later? Movie. With a different ending. Naturally.
Over the years there has been The Nanny Diaries, The Devil Wears Prada - which I cracked up at and tried to get friends to read but no one was interested for a couple years until, hmm, imagine that, it was on the silver screen.
What else? Confessions of A Shopaholic (we went over that last week) and The Bridges of Madison County. The Time Travelers Wife. Tuck Everlasting. Bridge To Terabithia (altho I think there was a movie on that before & after I read that one). Oh, and there was Where The Heart Is and Memoirs of A Geisha and well, crud. Let's see. (Knocking on head...) Got it! The Ya-Ya Siterhood. I tell you no lies here. I read it several years before Sandra Bullock landed the role, or before there was even a role for Sandra Bullock to land.
What else...what else...figures! Now that I am trying to convince you all of how obviously gifted I am at choosing books to become movies I am at a loss for titles. I could run up the stairs and take a peek at my book shelf. But. That would require, you know, going. up. the. stairs. All of them. And then back down again, which is easier, but not entirely effortless.
Oh well, I am pretty sure you get the idea without me boring you with the details or wearing myself out climbing steps. (I just know that when I go to bed tonight about 12 more titles will come to mind! Ain't that always the way?)
There were also some borderline books - where I'm not sure if there were deals going on behind the scenes or not when I read them because it wasn't being publicly talked about but they were too close to call. To name two: Tuesdays With Maury and The Memory Keepers Daughter. I read them because they sounded good...and because everytime I went to Target they called to me. How did they know my name? I swear I tried to ignore them and to shop only for much needed shampoo and toothpaste. But darn those Target team members for putting the books right there across the aisle from the necessities. Once I picked one up and thumbed thru it, it was all over. It became a necessity. You know how that goes. Don't you? If so, maybe you could tell my husband so he believes me? (Friends, if Target starts selling yarn? I could so be smacked with divorce papers.)
So on to my recent change of events....I have decided to buy a book based on a movie that I want to see. There's a first time for everything, right?
Guess what I picked?
Julie & Julia - about the chick named Julie who decides to spend a year making Julia Childs recipes and writing a blog about it. Loved the trailer. Bought the book. I have only just started reading it, but I'm certain I will have it finished in time for the movie to come out...on August 7th.
Date night! HOLLA!What?
You don't think I can convince ol' Mister Jones that it's a GOOD date night movie?
Sure I can!
I mean, I might have to dig a little deeper into my bag-o-wife-tricks, but I assure you it can, AND WILL, be done.
Am I setting myself up for the bitter reality of another book-turned-movie gone bad? Or will the book be annoying and the movie with all its Meryl Streep-ness be an adorable hit?
Who knows. I'm just happy to have a book to read that's light-hearted. And I am going to try really hard not to pitch a fit if it all goes awry. But lets not think negatively, ok? Lets think only blissful thoughts - after all, its a movie based on a book based on a cook and a blogger. WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE, I say! Or rather, I ask!
OK, now I'm just getting carried away. Oooh, ooh, thought of another - really trashy chicklit book Maneater. Man Eater? Anyways, by Gige Lavinge someone-or-other.
http://www.julieandjulia.com/
Wanna see the trailer? Silly me, OF COURSE YOU DO!
Minggu, 26 Juli 2009
MUST See Cuteness
This pic was shamelessly stolen from a friends blog in hopes of impressing you with her fabulousness...
If you haven't heard of Sarah's Sweet Hearts then you are missing out on some truly cute, clever, and sassy craftiness! If you have heard of her, then you know just what girly goodness I am referring to...
Recently I caught a glimpse of the sweetest pin cushion in the background of one of her projects and thought to myself "this girl is so stinkin' awesome!" And then I told her so.
Now guess what? She made some more! AND? They are on her blog page AND in her Etsy shop. Yes they are, and you need one.
Sorry tomato pincushion of yesteryear....
You had a good run, you've served many a seamstress well...but let's let the other fruits in on a lil' accupuncture action, shall we?
snapshots
It has been one of the most relaxing weekends we have experienced in a good long while.
Early to bed Friday meant early to rise Saturday, not an easy feat for the Jones' clan I can tell that! (Mostly meaning me...)
The hubs and I ended the afternoon like this ~ with a stroll on the beach, holding hands ~ except for when I was snapping goofy pics...
Early to bed Friday meant early to rise Saturday, not an easy feat for the Jones' clan I can tell that! (Mostly meaning me...)
The hubs and I ended the afternoon like this ~ with a stroll on the beach, holding hands ~ except for when I was snapping goofy pics...
Rabu, 22 Juli 2009
The One Where The Boys Get On My Nerves
I actually have a menagerie of things I want to share...but no time to really put it all down in one post, so one at a time - even if that means multiple posts in a day, k?
(BTW, I totally stole how FRIENDS used to name their episodes. But they didn't copyright it so they can't sue me, ha!)
Ok, so my oldest son is off in California visiting my mom and grandparents...leaving my middle son to step into the role of Head Annoyer, a role he takes immense pride in. Oh yes.
Lately? He is answering everything my youngest son says with "Your Mom". Which is giving the little guy severe angst. Because "Your Mom" is "Your Mom TOO!".
Max: It's my turn to play (the video game).
AJ: Your Mom is playing the game.
Max: What?
AJ: Your Mom's what?
Max: My mom is your mom too.
AJ: Go away son. (He also calls all male-types "son" for reasons I have yet to figure out.)
Max: AJ Guess what! I did an ollie on my skateboard.
AJ: Your Mom did an ollie.
Max: Mom can do an ollie?
Max: Mom, can you do an ollie?
Me: What's an ollie?
Max: You know, on the skateboard.
Me: Uh, no.
Max: AJ, you're a liar!
AJ: Your Mom's a liar.
Max: No she's not!
Max: Mom, AJ called you a liar.
Me: Takes one to know one. (Cause' I'm all for behaving like a kid to a kid.)
Max: What?
Me: Nothing honey, ignore AJ.
Max: Mom said she's ignoring you. (Clearly putting his own spin on my words.)
AJ: Your Mom's ignoring you.
Max: She's YOUR MOM too!
AJ: I can't hear you son.
Max. SHE'S. YOUR. MOM. TOO.
AJ: You don't have to yell, I'm right here.
Max: Your Moms right here.
(Oh snap! He finally picked up on it!)
(BTW, I totally stole how FRIENDS used to name their episodes. But they didn't copyright it so they can't sue me, ha!)
Ok, so my oldest son is off in California visiting my mom and grandparents...leaving my middle son to step into the role of Head Annoyer, a role he takes immense pride in. Oh yes.
Lately? He is answering everything my youngest son says with "Your Mom". Which is giving the little guy severe angst. Because "Your Mom" is "Your Mom TOO!".
Max: It's my turn to play (the video game).
AJ: Your Mom is playing the game.
Max: What?
AJ: Your Mom's what?
Max: My mom is your mom too.
AJ: Go away son. (He also calls all male-types "son" for reasons I have yet to figure out.)
Max: AJ Guess what! I did an ollie on my skateboard.
AJ: Your Mom did an ollie.
Max: Mom can do an ollie?
Max: Mom, can you do an ollie?
Me: What's an ollie?
Max: You know, on the skateboard.
Me: Uh, no.
Max: AJ, you're a liar!
AJ: Your Mom's a liar.
Max: No she's not!
Max: Mom, AJ called you a liar.
Me: Takes one to know one. (Cause' I'm all for behaving like a kid to a kid.)
Max: What?
Me: Nothing honey, ignore AJ.
Max: Mom said she's ignoring you. (Clearly putting his own spin on my words.)
AJ: Your Mom's ignoring you.
Max: She's YOUR MOM too!
AJ: I can't hear you son.
Max. SHE'S. YOUR. MOM. TOO.
AJ: You don't have to yell, I'm right here.
Max: Your Moms right here.
(Oh snap! He finally picked up on it!)
Holy Contest Winner Batmama!
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HAPPY DANCE! I cannot believe this, but I JUST WON that adorable GIVEAWAY I entered the other day over at Blaze N' Crochet. I'm all excited! This just made my day.
Just last night I was laying in bed thinking I need to give this little ol' blog some attention, something more than the tidbits of late, and nothing sad. I don't want to dwell, I want to re-focus. I came up with a variety of thoughts, but no way to make them cohesive. So the plan for today was to scribble one of those random, all over the map type posts. I usually like reading those when others do them, so why the heck not, right? And then came news from the fabulous Miss Shana that I won! I'm so tickled, I cannot even make sense!
HAPPY DANCE! I cannot believe this, but I JUST WON that adorable GIVEAWAY I entered the other day over at Blaze N' Crochet. I'm all excited! This just made my day.
Just last night I was laying in bed thinking I need to give this little ol' blog some attention, something more than the tidbits of late, and nothing sad. I don't want to dwell, I want to re-focus. I came up with a variety of thoughts, but no way to make them cohesive. So the plan for today was to scribble one of those random, all over the map type posts. I usually like reading those when others do them, so why the heck not, right? And then came news from the fabulous Miss Shana that I won! I'm so tickled, I cannot even make sense!
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