Month: July 2006

  • Fashion has gone to the dogs

    Last night I watched Project Runway. This is the first season that I have watched and I only started watching because there is literally nothing else on other than 600 shows dedicated to undiscovered talent in America. My thought is that the majority are probably best left undiscovered. Anyway I am loving Project Runway.

    The first thing that caused me some distress last night was when Heidi came out wearing the skinny jean. I am in complete denial about the return of the skinny jean because frankly, they didn’t look that great on me before having a child. It kills me how the fashion powers that be can tell us one year that the bootcut, flare leg, etc. is so much more flattering because it balances out your hips and then the next year want to make us all look like pigs in a blanket on toothpicks. I spent a lot of time in my teens pinchrolling my jeans and if you know what I’m talking about you are probably old and wise enough to agree that skinny legs need to stay out.

    The fashion challenge last night involved each contestant having one of those little pocket Britney Spears/Paris Hilton/Jessica Simpson type dogs to use as inspiration to create an outfit for the imaginary owner and for the little dog. The contestants all had their little backstories about the pretend owners but the prize for oddest goes to Angela. She started off designing for a fun-loving British headmistress and ended up designing an outfit for apparently the trashiest camp counselor of all time. Yes she did. Let’s just say that any child attending the pretend camp of this pretend camp counselor probably isn’t going to be learning how to make lanyards.

    I am not really a fan of the little dog (or skinny jeans…have I mentioned that?). I have no desire to have a little dog that I carry in a Louis Vuitton bag. There is no reason for my dog to have nicer luggage than I do. We have two blue heelers named Scout and Bruiser neither of whom would fit in any kind of bag but both of whom would love the opportunity to destroy a Louis Vuitton bag.


    So as I was thinking about dogs last night, because really there isn’t anything on T.V., I started thinking about my friend Jen’s dog. Jen has a lab named Willie. Willie has on at least three occasions gotten so excited by another dog walking by the house that he has jumped through her window to get them. You read that right…JUMPED THROUGH THE WINDOW. The closed, glass window. After the window jumping, Jen then has to walk very fast to catch Willie because in her words “if you run after him he’ll think it’s a game and he’ll never quit running”.

    The best part of this, besides the jumping through the window, is that Jen is the person equivalent of Willie. She gets so excited to see the people she loves and while she has never jumped through a window, she has picked me up off my feet while hugging me on more than several occasions. So I guess you could say that Willie and Jen compliment each other very well, but I’m not sure if their fashion tastes are the same.

  • But we know who Mr. Noodle is…

    The Christmas after we had Caroline, one of P.’s childhood friends dropped by to catch up, well maybe not catch up as much as let us know about him. He lives in New York but was in town visiting his parents and managed to fit us in between his big social events.

    He sat and told us all about life in New York, throwing out names of important people, expensive sheets, and restaurants. We listened, and listened and listened some more and then he said “You know I went to a Christmas party at George Soros’ home.” I played it cool and was saying “really?” as P. asked the question that was really on my mind, “who is George Soros?”.

    The friend looked at us like we were from a different planet as he said “well, he’s only the rock star of the hedge fund world.” I again played it cool and said “oh…” as P. again asked the real question on my mind, “what’s a hedge fund?”

    Pretty shortly thereafter our friend needed to leave. If only George Soros had written a book about how to get your 5 month old to sleep through the night…we would have known exactly who he was.

    Anyway I tell this story because we were watching the O’Reilly Factor tonight and guess who was featured…George Soros, billionaire financier. I felt quite the rush to realize I had served leftover tamales to someone who has attended a Christmas party at the home of a hedge fund rockstar.

  • Tapping her little heart out

    Yesterday I bought Caroline some new tap shoes since her dance class this fall will include not only ballet, but tap and acrobatics. Am I getting my money’s worth or what? When I brought the shoes home I vowed to P. that I wasn’t going to let her discover the true beauty of what tap shoes do until she starts her class this fall.

    This morning she wanted those black, shiny shoes on first thing so I relented and let her try them on again. She made her way to the wood floors and when she heard the glorious sound they made as they hit the floor it was like the heavens opened and angels descended. She was astounded that life could be so kind as she tapped, tapped, tapped her little heart out. My floors may never be the same, but as Caroline would say “No well”.

  • God’s People

    As a Christian seeing all the turmoil in the Middle East right now isn’t really much of a surprise. #1 It’s been going on from the beginning of time and #2 God said in Genesis that this would always be the case. The interesting thing to me is thinking about something I read one time that talked about how amazing it is that Israel is basically a country the size of Rhode Island yet is always at the forefront of the global political arena. That’s not by sheer chance. I’m sure there are a lot of countries even bigger than Rhode Island that I’ve never even heard of (I’ll never claim to be a geography scholar), so it’s pretty incredible when you realize the visibility and power of Israel on a global scale.

    It’s just something for me, especially in light of all the unrest, that helps me remember how big God is and how He holds the key to everything in His hands. I sing in church about His love, His power, His grace but seeing the way He works always amazes me.

  • Tapping her little heart out

    Yesterday I bought Caroline some new tap shoes since her dance class this fall will include not only ballet, but tap and acrobatics. Am I getting my money’s worth or what? When I brought the shoes home I vowed to P. that I wasn’t going to let her discover the true beauty of what tap shoes do until she starts her class this fall.

    This morning she wanted those black, shiny shoes on first thing so I relented and let her try them on again. She made her way to the wood floors and when she heard the glorious sound they made as they hit the floor it was like the heavens opened and angels descended. She was astounded that life could be so kind as she tapped, tapped, tapped her little heart out. My floors may never be the same, but as Caroline would say “No well”.

  • Visitin’


    Tonight we were having our neighbors over for dinner, so instead of showering and putting on my pajamas like I usually do, I showered and actually got dressed. Caroline immediately picked up on it and said “Mama, where are you going?” I told her I wasn’t going anywhere but that Mama and Daddy were having some friends over for dinner. Oh! She got so excited! “Oh Mama I want to stay up and would like to visit with them!” She danced around and sang and by the time they knocked on the door she was so keyed up that she greeted them with about a hundred words a minute.

    She definitely got the social bug gene from her daddy. He loves to meet new people, make some small talk and basically branch out. I love to be social but usually just with people I know and love. I’m not a big fan of small talk and prefer to cut straight to the good stuff. My friends have always said that when I talk about making a new friend they know it must be someone really special because I’m not one to just make friends for the sake of having more friends. But Caroline, that girl loves to strike up conversations with new people. She is her daddy’s girl in that aspect for sure.

    Speaking of her daddy, I am glad to see on MSN entertainment news that the new hot leading men in movies are trending toward being “retrosexual”. In a nutshell, pretty boy is out and manly man is in. I am all about this trend. I can say that I am married to the original retrosexual. While he is nice looking, he is very masculine and certainly not in to what he wears or if he’s perfectly groomed. My best friend Gulley and I have always said that our belief is show us a dad with washboard abs and I’ll show you someone who’s spending too much time at the gym and not enough with his family. In my opinion, I’d take Vince Vaughn over Brad Pitt any day of the week. Not that I’d take either of them because I’m happy with what I have, but you get the point.