I’m sure you’ve heard of Yael Naim, you just don’t realize it. Have you ever seen that commercial for the new Mac Book Air? This one. OK, I thought so. Well, the singer of that little tune is Yael Naim, an Israeli singer who lives in France and has an AH-MAI-ZING album out. She is one of those singers who can draw you in to the emotion of a song, even when it’s not in English. One of her most touching songs is called Paris, and it’s sung in Hebrew. I found myself close to tears while listening to it, regardless of whether I could understand a word.
But, being the pop culture eff-tard that I am, when I found Naim doing a cover of Britney Spears’ Toxic, that’s the song I decided to share with you all.
Worst Moment of the Past Weekend: 4 a.m. Saturday Morning – After Lu had been up for 3 hours with 103 temperature, and was to the point where nothing could soothe her. I also had a temperature, swollen throat and headache. They should add another warning on the Nyquil label saying “This product shouldn’t be used when operating heavy machinery or if your kid may wake up at 1 a.m. with a fever…because then you’re screwed.”
Best Moment of the Past Weekend: This was a tie between spending all day (literally ALL DAY) in bed with Lu on Saturday (which would normally suck but the sickness caused both of us to be super-cuddley) and making Lu wear bunny ears against her will. She was too tired to go down kicking and screaming, so she just sort of let us do it, but with a look that said, “Seriously, parents. I hate you.” See below.
And now for my best bunny impression!
If that doesn’t say “Jesus is Risen,” then I don’t know what does.
Are you tired of my never-ending lists? I can’t imagine being bored with lists, personally, but I’m sure there are some of you out there just dying to watch a 1 1/2 year old dance and sing along with an iPod. And maybe even show you what sound a cow makes. Yes? I thought so.
A few notes about this video:
– If you don’t have kids, you’ll probably think it’s dumb
– Make sure you have speakers, and that they are turned WAY up!
– The first part of the video shows Lucy’s fierce dance moves and her love of the hot dog song
– Ignore my nasal voice throughout
– Lucy is obsessed with my iPod, now she wants to listen to music on it all the time….and taste the ear buds just to make sure they’re working OK
– The music is by Fischerspooner, no relation
– Lucy’s Star Wars shirt is a personal favorite…even though it’s way too small and her giant belly hangs out
– Check out the tears in the eyes in the last sequence…she hit herself in the face with a flashlight just before. So what do I do? Break out the video camera. Of course.
One of my best friends in the whole world is having a baby. Just four years ago we were listening to Portuguese marching bands and hopping random trains to Amsterdam, and now we’re both going to be parents. Crap. I fear for the future.
With the help of the wonderful Kristi Kay and my gorgeous mother-in-law, I threw a ducky themed baby shower (based off this shower on Hostess with the Mostess) for my dear Abbie this past weekend. After the guests had left, I took some quick photos of Abbs with her big ole belly. Taking pictures at events like these always makes me yearn for a new lens. One that possibly doesn’t suck and that can actually handle high exposure. The grass is always greener, I suppose.
I am a busy person. I have a kid and a job and a husband that suck up a majority of my time. I also have this little website that seems to need an obscene amount of cuddling. And I take way to many pictures, whic subsequently must be edited and tweaked and pretty-fied. I also have a dog that insists on pooping only during walks and never in the backyard, ensuring that any free time I do find myself with is spent in the freezing cold yelling “Just GO already!”
So once in a while I like to set up a friend date. Definition: A night out with a good friend wherein you at no times have to think about how they are going to accost you in a drunken stupor later in the evening requesting dirty deads. May include a movie, dinner, drinks, and a small amount of debauchery.
The other night I had a friend date with my good buddy, Lane. Now Lane is the kind of person who is childless, yet married, so she has plenty of events and social gatherings that she attends on a regular basis. She also does not have a pet, so rarely is she screaming at anyone to hurry up and poop. And on top of all of that, she enjoys most of my guilty pleasures like MTV’s hoard of reality television and Britney Spears circa 2001, and does so with reckless abandon. Whereas I am a bit embarrassed by the amount of Entertainment Tonight I watch in a week, Lane would shout it from the rooftops. Except she’s not much of a shouter. And I’ve never known her to climb rooftops.
As most date nights do, this evening started out with an obession over what to wear. Classic? Fancy? Dress? Casual? Crap.
In the end, I decided to go with some easy-fit Limited jeans (aka Mom Jeans) along with my favorite and most comfortable J. Crew sweater. That I bought in 1998. When I still had money because my mother paid for my clothes. But I love it, despite it’s awkward…ummm….antique quality.
Note: When taking a photo of oneself in a mirror, one most always strike a fierce pose. Make Tyra proud.
Final steps to getting ready for a fabulous friend date includes finding a great pair of shoes and some delicious perfume.
Even if said perfume is near the bottom of the bottle, squirt out some air from the bottle onto yourself. And call it good.
The next step is to make sure your babysitter (or husband) is on time. Because it really sucks to be late.
Hopefully your date is understanding (as mine was) and you spend the next hour bitching about jobs and husbands and life. A very cathartic experience, enhanced by accessibility to alcohol.
Then hop in your date’s hot Mitsubishi for a ride to the theater….wait….that’s not a Mitsubishi!!!
This car doesn’t even need a key! Or a person to drive it. Or a man with no sense of direction, due to the onboard directions. Did I mention my date sucks. And is dumb. And sucky. Bitch.
Good thing we saw Penelope, a movie about finding who you really are, even if you don’t have a Lexus (bitch). It was short, sweet and fun…and starring my future husband, Mr. James McAvoy (swoon…).
Schedule a friend date. As long as you have a good friend, alcohol and a chick flick, it is sure to be a hit. Unless they show off their fancy car. In which case you should probably refuse to pay for the popcorn. On principle.
P.S. If you have/will see this movie, check out Penelope’s wardrobe. I covet it, especially the stockings and high heeled green Mary-Janes. Lordy.
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