I bought a pair of cute little glasses at a trunk show at 20/20 on Third Ave. when still living in NYC. Today I was once again shopping for glasses given that mine snapped in half. The frigid air in my car last winter proved to be too much. And, contrary to the claims of men everywhere, duct tape is not a miracle panacea. I know because, fashionista that I am, I tried.
While I am soooooooo over little glasses fashion trend (over a decade is a bit long, no?), my choices around here are slim. Other options include looking like bloody Sarah Palin or adopting a Harry Potter-esque style. Right now, I'm leaning towards Mr. Magoo.
What I really want to know is: what eyewear is in style in Paris? Milan? And when are these trends going to hit the hinterlands of America? Can't a cute pair of specs make their way across the lake from Toronto in a bottle for me? Not that it matters. Around here it's de rigueur to wear crocs vs. Stuart Weitzman stilettos. I guess my eyes can be poorly dressed, as well.
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town. Beep beep.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Mini-weekend: Day 12
Celebrated Son #1's ninth birthday yesterday which he entitled "BBE" for best birthday ever! Legos (exactly what he wanted), gift cards, cash, yellow balloons, a Dragon Fable Dragon Amulet and an EyeClops BioniCam make for a BBE, for sure.
I also went to Son #2's classroom where the kids sang songs and read stories to all of the moms for Mother's Day. I hung out with the only other two moms that I know from that class. One is a virologist and graduate school professor who had to reschedule her 2:00 p.m. class. The other is an OB/GYN who had to reschedule all of her patients that afternoon. It was so stinkin' cute that it's worth it. Some other mom blew into the classroom over 15 minutes late and timed perfectly to interrupt her son's story. Instead of quietly taking a seat, she stopped him midsentence and loudly proclaimed "Hi honey, I'm here" to which he quietly responded, "You're really late." She then began to laugh and tell him to carry on as if she had blessed him (and all of us) with her almighty presence. I can understand the tardiness; God only knows what happened. The shameless manner in which she descended upon us, however, was somewhat loathsome.
My favorite part was the faux People magazine cover where my picture was drawn, colored (yes, I have a large beak) and labeled as "Most Beautiful Mom of 2009" and Son #2's story inside talks about how I love to garden. Garden! If I didn't see the abysmal state of our "garden," I might think that the kids had another mom on the side. A more farm fresh version of myself. Maybe one who wears an apron and prepares organic meals. Now that would be beautiful!
I also went to Son #2's classroom where the kids sang songs and read stories to all of the moms for Mother's Day. I hung out with the only other two moms that I know from that class. One is a virologist and graduate school professor who had to reschedule her 2:00 p.m. class. The other is an OB/GYN who had to reschedule all of her patients that afternoon. It was so stinkin' cute that it's worth it. Some other mom blew into the classroom over 15 minutes late and timed perfectly to interrupt her son's story. Instead of quietly taking a seat, she stopped him midsentence and loudly proclaimed "Hi honey, I'm here" to which he quietly responded, "You're really late." She then began to laugh and tell him to carry on as if she had blessed him (and all of us) with her almighty presence. I can understand the tardiness; God only knows what happened. The shameless manner in which she descended upon us, however, was somewhat loathsome.
My favorite part was the faux People magazine cover where my picture was drawn, colored (yes, I have a large beak) and labeled as "Most Beautiful Mom of 2009" and Son #2's story inside talks about how I love to garden. Garden! If I didn't see the abysmal state of our "garden," I might think that the kids had another mom on the side. A more farm fresh version of myself. Maybe one who wears an apron and prepares organic meals. Now that would be beautiful!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Battle for My Sanity in 3D
The parenting manual should have come with directions on how to plan a birthday party for a nine year old boy.
Simple wish: to see Battle for Terra in 3D with a handful of friends
Challenge #1: theaters cannot tell you if a movie will even be in their theater until the Tuesday before that same weekend
Challenge #2: manager who plans parties begins work at 9:00 p.m. (seriously)
Challenge #3: every kid in town is on a different sports schedule so the window of opportunity is limited to Saturday after 4:00 p.m.
Solution #1: put all parents on hold (yes, we're having a party but we don't know what/when)
Challenge #4: movie got horrific reviews and was already sent to DVD
Challenge #5: nothing else is coming out that is rated G or PG
Challenge #6: every other establishment like bounce-it-out is booked solid on Saturday
Challenge #7: Sunday is Mother's Day
Solution #2: leave parents hanging while son cries inconsolably AND never, ever, ever, ever plan a birthday party around a craptacular movie, ever
Pool party at the Holiday Inn anyone?
Simple wish: to see Battle for Terra in 3D with a handful of friends
Challenge #1: theaters cannot tell you if a movie will even be in their theater until the Tuesday before that same weekend
Challenge #2: manager who plans parties begins work at 9:00 p.m. (seriously)
Challenge #3: every kid in town is on a different sports schedule so the window of opportunity is limited to Saturday after 4:00 p.m.
Solution #1: put all parents on hold (yes, we're having a party but we don't know what/when)
Challenge #4: movie got horrific reviews and was already sent to DVD
Challenge #5: nothing else is coming out that is rated G or PG
Challenge #6: every other establishment like bounce-it-out is booked solid on Saturday
Challenge #7: Sunday is Mother's Day
Solution #2: leave parents hanging while son cries inconsolably AND never, ever, ever, ever plan a birthday party around a craptacular movie, ever
Pool party at the Holiday Inn anyone?
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
What Not to Wear
At a client site this afternoon, I put my safety goggles on to go out on the production floor.
Upon seeing me, the Quality Manager asked, "Would you like another pair that looks better?"
OMG! Is Helen Gurley Brown out there working the lathe? Am I about to walk the red carpet to the CNC machine? I knew I should have worn more lipstick.
Apparently I don't look like Paris Hilton in safety glasses. So nice of him to notice.
Upon seeing me, the Quality Manager asked, "Would you like another pair that looks better?"
OMG! Is Helen Gurley Brown out there working the lathe? Am I about to walk the red carpet to the CNC machine? I knew I should have worn more lipstick.
Apparently I don't look like Paris Hilton in safety glasses. So nice of him to notice.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Meet the Dress
Last night, I dreamed that I was having dinner with Tom Brokaw. I ran into him at the gym so I left wearing a wet towel with a blazer over it. I was hoping he would assume it was a dress given the extreme confidence I was exuding.
Not exactly a nightmare but a little surprising. Not the towel so much but Tom Brokaw? And, wait, me confident?
Not exactly a nightmare but a little surprising. Not the towel so much but Tom Brokaw? And, wait, me confident?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
This Will Make You Cry
Click on this link to meet Matt Logelin who writes about life with his beautiful baby girl, who was born just over a year ago, and about life without the baby's mom who died 36 hours after the birth.
When you're done reading (and sobbing), click here and donate money to the Liz Logelin Foundation to financially assist families as they deal with the loss of their loved ones, and struggle to move forward.
When you're done reading (and sobbing), click here and donate money to the Liz Logelin Foundation to financially assist families as they deal with the loss of their loved ones, and struggle to move forward.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Mini-weekend: Foiled
I went to a quick 8:00 a.m. meeting on the other side of the city yesterday. On my day off.
It didn't end until after four. No food. No water. No break. No mini-weekend.
Last night, we went to the elementary school ice cream social. In the parking lot on the way home, Son #1 let out the worst gas ever known to mankind. Even with all the windows open, I thought I was going to die.
Son #1: Now I'm glad Jack didn't come home with us. But doesn't it smell like Toaster Strudel?
Hubby: Not like any Toaster Strudel I've ever smelled.
Son #1: Well, that's what happens if I eat Toaster Strudel or white powdered donuts. The other day, I let a whole series of these go during class. And today I popped off a big one during lunch.
Can life get any better than this? I guess that's what happens when you can't blame the dog.
On a related note: are little girls like this?
It didn't end until after four. No food. No water. No break. No mini-weekend.
Last night, we went to the elementary school ice cream social. In the parking lot on the way home, Son #1 let out the worst gas ever known to mankind. Even with all the windows open, I thought I was going to die.
Son #1: Now I'm glad Jack didn't come home with us. But doesn't it smell like Toaster Strudel?
Hubby: Not like any Toaster Strudel I've ever smelled.
Son #1: Well, that's what happens if I eat Toaster Strudel or white powdered donuts. The other day, I let a whole series of these go during class. And today I popped off a big one during lunch.
Can life get any better than this? I guess that's what happens when you can't blame the dog.
On a related note: are little girls like this?
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