Cash kid style

Back in the dead of winter when I was visiting my friend Anne Marie and her family in Boston, they had this great Johnny Cash CD that played in baby H’s room.

This same CD has been playing in our car for MONTHS and MONTHS and MONTHS. I can attest that it is one of the most wonderful children’s CD’s out there, if you like Johnny Cash that is. He doesn’t pull any punches by being cutesy, he is straight up Johnny. And, you get a little love from June too.

CT just asked yesterday if he could bring the CD to school and sing one of the songs for a talent show. If that isn’t a glowing endorsement, I don’t know what is.

Not slutty by nature

I am not one who likes to go to dress up parties. As a matter of fact, I don’t even like Halloween all that much.

That said, we just went to our friend Lars’ 40th birthday party. He’s British, so the theme was Come As Your Favorite Brit. After my long deep breath and several searches on line for famous British people, there were several I thought I might be able to pull off:  The Queen, Margaret Thatcher, one of The Beatles or maybe even Mick Jagger (I do have the mouth). Adam suggested crash car Diana, which I LOVED, but it felt a little too wrong to pull off but still a stellar idea.

I have only had two successful encounters with dressing up as someone else. The first is when I went as Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction. I wish I had a picture because it was fierce! I had the hair, the white shirt, the pants and the srynge sticking out of my chest. Now that was fun.

Last weekend I chose someone I hadn’t even heard of. Funny enough my 73 year old dad asked me who I was going as and when I said, “Some woman named Amy Winehouse.” His response was, “Oh that singing drug addict slut?”

And some how with George Micheal at my side, it got pulled off and was actually fun. Just don’t make me do it for another 7 years.

The Hope Revolution

HOPE 1: to cherish a desire with anticipation2: to expect with confidence  

I really like this idea. Can you be part of the revolution?

Ode to Ms. O’Keeffe

If you are in or around the Minneapolis area, be sure to stop by the MIA to see this stunning collection of Georgia O’Keeffe’s work.

Wilco in the mist

They ripped it off the roof last night.

I have not been to a concert that good…maybe ever!

YO!

Wow, not sure what just happened in that time warp but here we are again.

Let’s see…right now in my life it is 6:11 pm. I am in the midst of baking star cookies for the 4th of July festivities, I am microwaving a sweet potato, drinking red wine and listening to Ryan Adam’s new album Easy Tiger.

Have you ever imagined something bad before it acutely happened? I’m talking silly things, like falling off your bike as you’re going down a hill right before you bomb a VERY LARGE HILL or your kids getting killed when our parents take them on a day long adventure…that kind of stuff.

Well, I have it a lot. Please don’t think I am psychic because 99.9% of the time it never happens. But today, as I was holding that sweet potato in my hand and stabbing it with a really sharp pairing knife so I could microwave it and not have it explode, my inner self told me that was a dumb thing to do (which it was) and in that nano-second I envisioned the knife stabbing me in the fleshy part of my palm and then a nano-second later…right into the fleshy part of my hand goes that sharp knife.

Maybe I am part psychic, better yet, somewhere deep inside I do actually have an intuition and that intuition is to not do stupid things.

Or maybe better yet, don’t drink red wine and wield sharp knifes.

Vegetable matter

Every Wednesday during the summer we would receive a box of vegetables from the farm we bought a share in. It was like getting a gift every week and you were never really sure what was going to be inside. It made cooking spontaneous and exciting, no longer did I plan that portion of the meal, I just Iron Chef’d it all week long.

The hard frost came along with the last box of the growing season yesterday…until next spring sweet veggies.

Oh where, oh where, has my little Mary gone?

Hi everyone. Sorry about that little blip. Let’s see, how to catch you up…
We were having problems with a little Movable Type upgrade, then I decided to take a few more days off from writing, then we went on a trip to our second family reunion of the summer, 12 hours each way in a car with three small children, YES I did give them Dramamine both ways, then my hip started hurting along with my knees, now CT has a tooth that is growing up behind his baby tooth but that baby tooth won’t give up its one last root (I gotta get ya all a shot of it before we loose it-it’s yucky), KP got his first haircut and I couldn’t get a shot of that because out of all three children he is the one and only one that doesn’t like getting hair cuts and therefore had to sit in my lap while we both got covered in brown curly hair, my cousin who found love on the internet got married, I finished This Boy’s Life: A Memoir by Tobias Wolff and LOVED it, I am starting In Pharaoh’s Army also by Tobias Wolff and we have a hum dinger of a day tomorrow which I promise to tell you all about, tomorrow.
Ciao

My day of all days

My brother said it best today; as he sat across from me at our kitchen table, taking a large bite out of his Rueben sandwich, “Wow, I can’t believe you’re 35.”

Yeah…how time flies. Just yesterday we were beating each other to a pulp with sticks in the back yard.

It always amazes me how time changes things, heals things, makes things look different, gives one a new-different-sometimes better perspective. How different a person I am now, than I was just last year.

I thank God for the time I have been given, and hopefully the many more happy, exciting, challenging, loving, thrilling years I have left to share with those I love.

Happy birthday to me, but most of all…thanks mom and dad, without you I wouldn’t be here.

The Apprentice

Who’s going to take it?

Choices: Kendra (Book Smarts Team), an ambitious and highly successful real estate entrepreneur from Florida or Tana (Street Smarts Team), a successful wife, top sales woman with Mary Kay, entrepreneur and mother of two from Iowa?

My vote…I would love to see Tana win, but I don’t think she has what Donald wants. And of course, I know exactly what The Donald wants!