I want these so bad. Star Wars Adidas high tops. Drool.

An abused wife’s plan to escape her husband goes awry when she accidentally kills him, causing her to split on a cross-country drive with her best friend and his corpse in tow.

Directed by Nancy Kissam. Starring Laura Harring, Jill Marie Jones and Oded Fehr

Let me put this out to the universe: I hate baby’s bibs.  They’re flappy, they’re dirty, they’re usually soggy, and overall, they’re icky.

My theory is, you’re going to change your baby’s clothes, so skip the bib, change your child more often, and Bob’s your uncle.

My husband and I didn’t use a bib once with Miss Q – not even for eating.  We preferred, even at six-months when we started her on solids, to take her shirt off – we still do.  Skin is much easier on the laundry.

I stick to this theory, with one tiny footnote: I spent half-an-hour today digging out the five prettiest bibs we’d acquired from Miss Q’s babyhood, to give to Miss S.  Eek.

It seems as though Miss S is going through a bit of a drooling spell.  She is 18-weeks-old, so teeth, presumably, are on the horizon; but, hey, some babes just drool.

I write that like the faucet of drool snapped on today.  The reality is: she’s been drooling since she was two-months-old.  What changed today is her chest was actually wet; no, it was soaked.

After changing her into a clean outfit – God, I love the feel/smell of a freshly changed, snuggly baby; especially one that’s your own…

As I was saying, after changing her into a clean outfit, and that new outfit was soaked through at the chest, I had to bite back my hatred of all things bib and find my stash.

There were a lot of unflattering bibs – yellow with ducks, yellow with frogs, yellow, yellow, yellow.  If Miss S had to wear a bib, it was going to blend with her outfit, not blanket it.  Yes, I realize she’s 18-weeks old, but at the moment, as I come to accept bibs, it matters.

I melt into Miss S often.  When she looks up at me, mouth wide open in a full-face, wet smile, I know I can’t deny her the simple comfort of having a dry chest.  As I read on one bib, we thankfully don’t own: Spit happens.

How much would I have to pay to get this kind of connection at home?

With all of the drool soaking my carpets and puddling on the linoleum, prospective buyers might suspect we were owners of a St. Bernard. Fortunately (or unfortunately?) we have had no prospective buyers, therefore eliminating the potentially embarrassing scenario where someone actually steps in a lake of drool and falls into another. It’s not a completely unlikely scenario. After all, somehow each morning I manage to step in it, even if there is only one little spit puddle in the whole room, and cringe at the feeling of wet sock. Is there anything worse?

It died down for a few weeks. The little man returned to his peaceful 12 hour nights and those two adorable bottom teeth gleamed when he smiled. The drool was minimal and I got a break from wet socks.

Then one evening, he woke up an hour after he went to bed. And again a few hours later. And again an hour later. And somewhere in between shuffling to his room at 3am in a stupor and crashing back into my pillow, it hit me. He’s getting another tooth. I should have known, because I was being showered in drool again. The next morning, I saw a glimmer of white in his gums while he blubbered. He is so pitiful when he cuts a tooth, and “blubbering” is the best word I can think of to describe the pout, furrowed brow, watery eyes, and sad gibberish continually streaming from his cute little down-turned lips. Baby Orajel had him smiling again, but it only lasted for so long, and I just don’t feel right about continuously slathering meds on his gums.

He cut another tooth this morning, the right lateral incisor, giving him a potentially lopsided grin, with two bottom teeth in the center, and two top teeth on the right side. I’m sure the top two left will follow soon, though, and in a month’s time they’ll look even.

In the midst of all this drool, we have the biting, and that is what led us to realize that having a baby can be just like having a puppy. We’ll be sitting in the living room, and all of a sudden he takes off, panting and laughing and smiling from ear to ear while he charges the coffee table. As soon has he gets in range, he flops on his belly and turns his head to the side to latch on to the leg of the table with his teeth and he begins to GNAW. And he sounds like he is GROWLING while he does it. I am not kidding. If it’s not the leg of the coffee table, it’s the leg of the couch, or my brand new heels, or my arm! Everything he can fit into his mouth, he no longer licks, but chews! He leaves these cute little twin teeth marks in everything! Eric and I are laughing as we pry him off of things all day.

Of course, puppies also cuddle and that is our favorite part. When he crawls across the room to climb up into my lap and bury his head in my neck, I melt. He opens his mouth wide and just sort of presses it into my cheek, a “kiss,” leaving it dripping with spit, literally. It’s so cute.

He drools in my mouth when we play airplane and he bites my shoulder when I carry him to bed, but oh my, I love this little boy so much.

High Chair "Art"

The old man gives me nightmares,

he sets the veranda alight, screaming

that it’s his veranda, he’ll do with it what he wants,

he keeps docile tigers in the side room

partitioned off with feathery curtains,

his face stitched up in angry brows

perpetually threatening to let the tigers loose,

or pick up the lucifer, burst into furious tears

fold his shaking hands into fighting fists

the dormant drool turns to spit

and all the flaming words fall out.

The old man gives me nightmares.

If they weren’t peep toe, they would so be mine!

Anora Fleece has got it rotten. Her husband is abusive, her children are disrespectful, and she lives in the middle of nowhere feeling like a nobody. Then Imogene Cochran moves into the neighborhood. Imogene sells Kathy K. Kosmetics make-up for the cocoa skinned woman. The neighbors don’t like cocoa skinned anything, but that doesn’t stop Imogene and Anora from becoming friends and, eventually, more than friends. When Anora’s husband, Cheb, finds them, all hell breaks loose, but the tables are turned when Anora accidentally shoots Cheb dead. Anora and Imogene then pile the kids in the Kathy K. car, throw the corpse in the trunk and ride off on a “family” road trip to bury Daddy.

Written and directed by Nancy Kissam

Starring Laura Harring (Mulholland Dr., The Punisher), Jill Marie Jones, Oded Fehr (The Mummy, Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo)

I only like flowery things if they are appropriately over the top and obnoxiously colourful. These fit the bill.

Jeffrey Campbell, you slay me.

Available at ModCloth.

Of all the rooms in your house, the one you should just be able to go crazy with is your theater room. Unless you know…you’re like the rest of us and are barely lucky enough to have a computer room, much less a whole room dedicated to watching fine cinema.

Well, Jacob Yarmuth of Louisville, KY has created a theater room that will make anyone on MTV’s Cribs cry in their anti depressant breakfast cereal. Jacob spared no expense (no, really, the room cost him $70k to build) and built a theater room that looks like the Stargate: Atlantis gateroom.

Here are some of the features/materials the "gateroom" features:

Wave your hand in front of the Atlantis logo outside the theater, and a motion sensor triggers the air pocket doors to open, like on Star Trek. The pocket doors are attached to pneumatic pumps powered by an air compressor.

The Stargate is made from MDF (medium-density fiberboard), with the symbols, or glyphs, of Lexan (a super strong plastic-like resin). The glyphs and other effects in the room are backlit with large, old-style Christmas tree bulbs.

Hidden behind the custom-made perforated screen are three Atlantic Technology THX front speakers. Atlantic Technology’s THX in-wall speakers are in the side and rear walls, along with two in-wall Polk subwoofers in the side walls.

Frakking sweet, Jacob, but your Stargate isn’t able to create an event horizon connecting two points in space that will allow me to travel to another planet, so points for effort, but FAIL!

More pics of this expensive, but kick ass room after the jump.

I understand how one can be easily confused when reading something, but when writing an article, we are supposed to dumb everything down so kids in middle school and learn to love news. And by kids in middle school, I mean adults who don’t want to read big words  like “transport” or “supplemental indictment.” It’s taken and indicted. But seriously, how much easier could I make something to read? Ask an editor.

Today I had to write a story about the buses, and I had to walk around to all the bus stops and ask people questions and get their opinions. I got a few really great quotes from people and then they left, so I waited at the stop. Rather than wait outside, I waited in my car because scary people came. Then, when I saw an abundance of people I went back and they were smoking weed in the bus stop. I didn’t stick around. I went to another stop where I waited and waited and finally talked to people. On the walk back, this guy pulls his car to the curb and asks if I need a ride. What?! NO. I do not want to be the front page of tomorrow’s MJ, thanks but no thanks.

I am also starting to get a cold. I am tired and sneezy and coughing a lot. I thought I got plenty of sleep last night, but apparently I didn’t because I’m SO tired now. I fell back asleep after I got dressed this morning and drooled all over myself. Hot, eh?

Hey people, I apologize for the random break I took from my blog, but I assure you that next time this sorta thing happens, i’ll keep you all up to date with it!

Well, so far you guys didn’t miss much, same boring school schedule, meeting new people same old same old. Well, today the monthly D.Gray-Man and Ao No Exorcist came out, it’s been a very religious manga update today, huh?

D.gray-man went on a large hiatus due to creator Hoshino’s illness and apparent broken wrist, after being let go from the wildly popular weekly shonen jump and now posting in a monthly publishing company. The story is now more involved with the clan of Noah and their workings, you’re now able to see the rest of them including a new look of the Earl.

As for Ao No Exorcist, which is a relatively new series, it is about twin brothers, the elder is the apparent son of Satan who grew up in a religeous orphanage with his twin brother. After events transpired the pastor that raised Rin had been murderd and now Rin is on his way to becoming an exorcist to honor his late ”father” his younger twin brother who you find out is already a teacher at the academy without Rin knowing, it’s ultimately an action packed student-love drama with intense action and great comedy, it’s relatively new with a monthly release so I suggest you check it out!

Now, I just read 34 chapters of a new manga, called Mysterious Girlfriend X. 

One day, a strange transfer student appears before Tsubaki. Urabe Mikoto is an antisocial girl, whose hobby is just sleeping during class-breaks. One day, Tsubaki goes to wake her up and accidentally tastes her drool… And gets hooked on that! After that, he starts going out with her and gets to know her better. Her second hobby, as it turns out, is carrying around scissors in her panties and cutting paper into flowers…

Surprisingly this series is really funny and easy to relate to, in a relationship or not, Tsubaki is someone I can relate to alot, he doesn’t hold himself to high on a pedestal and he doesn’t have the best self-esteem and has a tough time with doing anything with Urabe, in fear that she may not like him or reject his advances . I can also relate to the anti-social Urabe because of her lack of communication skills, she’s not good with sharing her feelings with others, i’d say we’re alike up till the drool and scissor panty attacks…

Well, I have yet to watch Dexter and the latest Mega64 so expect those two reviews to make their second post appearance tomorrow, until then my friends, I suggest you read Mysterious Girlfriend X aswell as the other manga titles I talked about, you will NOT regret it!

Till tomorrow, but while it’s still today I leave you with today’s clip of the day…

(Stay with the video, it gets good ; D )

Thanksgiving isn’t just about parades, overeating, and saying you’re thankful.. I love what the holiday stands for today, but let’s all remember the exploitation and smallpox-infested blankets that were a part of the first Thanksgiving.  [/soapbox]

Anyway, here is the food-photo recap of my family’s holiday.

Yes, my Dad roasted it in his smoker.

Rosemary pull-apart bread.

My Auntie's delicious salad.

Yeah.. most of this was in my stomach by the end of the night.

Yams, cranberry, veggies..

Round One.. this mayyyy be the desktop background on my computer right now, lol.

Pumpkin cake.

Holiday craft - Japanese watercolor.

Sooooo that was my holiday.  Today I’ve been fighting this headache and trying (failing) to write a final paper.  Apparently, the itis hit my brain as well as the rest of my body.  Happy weekend, everyone!

This morning I sang the theme from Rocky to Cookie because she seems to be getting stronger in just 3 days of treatment! As I had hoped she ate her bowl of dog food without any help from the blender. Granted, it took her a bit longer than her usual 32 seconds, but she did it. And with minimal drool, I might add. Go Cookie! We can beat this thing!

1. exploring and experimenting the japanese cuisine 
    
2. watching 2012 (without believing that the world will end)
    
3. devouring a tub of caramel popcorn (without sharing with neighbor)
     
4. picking and reading random books at Crossword (and resisting buying  any)
    
5. painting at the pottery store (among other kids)
    
6. feasting on kebabs and rum and coke in the night (and not crying when high)
    
7. buying and feeding biscuits to street dogs (!!!!)
    
8. (impulse) shopping at the supermart inspite of having made a list
    
9. gorging on (a) gooey chocolate pastries pastry
    
10. talking on relevant and irrelevant (both terms are highly relative) stuff for long hours
     
11. being held, hugged and kissed. (blush blush)
     
    Didn’t I say already, Hero’s comin down. And we have declared ourselves an off from work tomorrow. So its a three day long party this weekend!
     
    I will come back on Monday with stories to tell.

Der kan findes rigtig mange gode grunde til ikke at orke USA lige pt. Men det er sjældent landets natur, maden eller den særlige stemning på østkysten, der skræmmer. Tværtimod. Og så er det jo godt, at man som Malmö-bo kun har 20 min. til The Lodge; et resort bygget efter amerikansk østkyst-forbillede på toppen af Romelåsen med fantastisk udsigt.

Selvom alt på The Lodge er plukket ud af et Lexington-katalog, og stedet derfor balancerer skivskarpt mellem cool og kitch, viste vores besøg sig som en ægte succes. Alt skal bookes i forvejen, så der hviler en lugn og rolig stemning over stedet, når man sætter sig til bords – samtidig med alle de andre i lokalet, hvor der vel er plads tl ca. 30.

Maden er rigtig fin, og i bedste US-stil fyldes der på med re-fill osv. Dettil kommer, at det efterfølgende kaffebord er overdådigt.

På forunderlig vis formår stedet at skabe afslappet og intim stemning, som deles af alle gæsterne. Og derfor er det faktisk slet ikke underligt at sættes sig i sofaen med Fru Svensson – en complete stranger –  efter middagen og nyde en god kop kaffe og et stykke kage eller to, mens man betragter udsigten som var det på en bakketop i Vermont eller upstate NY.

Stedet kan klart anbefales – fem kokkehuer herfra.

Photoshoots are always fun but sometimes some are more memorable not because of the great photos, but the photos that aren’t meant to be hung on the wall or displayed.  The “behind the scenes” photos that will undoubtedly become part of the family album to be pulled out at a much later date!

This little one was just too precious.  He really couldn’t have cared less about what any of us were doing, he was content just exploring and eating the bows.  We also have a Yorkie that we bring to the studio on occasion that especially likes kids at the crawling stage.  She feels safe because they chase her and they both have a blast, but they can’t catch her!  Her name is Gidget.  Gidget thought this little one was the greatest toy we had gotten her in a long time and we had to keep shooing her out of the shots!

Here’s one of those fun photos!  Check out the drool!

(A big thanks to this toddler and his mom!)

i’ve been (unsuccessfully) searching for a cheap pair of frye campus boots in my size (womens 8.5 if anybody should have a pair they’re looking to part with!) and in my pursuit of general vintage-y bootness, i’ve found some glorious things.  like red cowgirl boots.  i fell just a little bit in luv when i saw these.

other etsy items i’ve been drooling over lately include:

etsy is pretty much the best invention of the 21st century.

This is Kyndall. I am in love with his pudgy face and rubberband arms.

Holding this little 4-month old boy was how I spent my Friday night. He and his twin brother are the pure joy and utter exhaustion for their beautiful and gentle mother. As the offspring of two of our closest friends, we’ve watched as these little ones have transformed from NICU lightweights to all-star muffins. Whenever we can, my husband and I schedule a visit to hold the babes and give our friends a break.  But that’s just the excuse. I mean, look at that face.

Please note the drool stains soaked through my shirt. He slobbered all over my neck and rubbed his slimy fingers over my face and it didn’t even matter. This is significant, because I don’t even share forks with my husband, but I’m fine with the general state of wetness that comes from snuggling with this baby.

I’m even okay with diaper duty.  It’s true! And that is saying something, because I had never changed a diaper even 2 months ago. I’ve always been a bit squeamish about the whole thing (especially with boys) and managed to avoid it until now. But that too is thrown away with the prospect of spending time with our little love lumps.

Please ignore the state of my hair. It had nothing to do with the babies. There’s no excuse for that mess.

Kyndall and I had an interesting time together. After several minutes of standing up on his own two chubby legs and a few rounds of monosyllabic conversations, he was getting a little sleepy. His pudgy little fingers rubbed his droopy blue eyes as he shared some belly time with me. And then the cooing turned into very loud squeals. He was suddenly uncomfortable and fought me at every turn. With  final resignation, his squeals turned into red-faced screams. Mama Jenelle described his going-to-sleep process as a fist fight to the end. And it was. He could barely keep his eyes open, yet he wouldn’t give in to peaceful sleep. I cradled him in my arms and did what every loving auntie would do: popped in his pacifier. It didn’t work too well. With equal stubbornness, I patted his back and bounced him around and shushed in his ear and traced his eyes and blew softly in his face and walked around the apartment. I let him scream when he needed to, and I followed all the intuitive and educated instructions his mother gave me. And you know what? He fell asleep. Right there in my arms. And it wasn’t so bad.

As I watched my sweet friend take care of her twins, I couldn’t help but love her. She is so graceful and kind. You can tell she is tireder than she’s ever been in her life, and yet she carefully weighs the effect of her every action on the boys. She provides their entertainment, their nourishment, their safety. Consistently and without fail. As I held the sleeping Kyndall in my arms, my friend said, “I’ve learned that motherhood is generally about patience: holding them long enough, feeding them long enough, paying them enough attention. You have to learn to go slow and time things right.”

Hmm. Patience. Perfect patience.

Lately I’ve been a bit of a whiny baby myself. Its been more busy than usual at work and school. I’m in a class where I’m constantly overwhelmed and confused. Work is insane with our enrollment doubled since last semester. And I’m tired. And I’m rubbing my eyes, but I can’t seem to catch a break. I’m wriggling around, trying to find comfort in one less paper or one less detail. And what I can’t seem to realize is that the best thing for me to do would be to let go.

And in comes the patience. Those patient, strong arms of the Father. He’s holding me, patting my back, whispering shushes in my ear. Every moment I fight is another moment I can’t spend resting. He lets me scream and wail, knowing the best thing for me would be to relax, close my eyes, and let Him hold me.

And you know what? He doesn’t mind the drool either.

I dag kørte vi så ind til stan for at købe en ordentlig omgang vitaminer – vi har jo skiftet til vintertid og vejret var sådan rigtig til en vinterdepression, så der skulle en hel bunke farverige instrumenter til for at holde humøret op. Derfor herfra en varm anbefaling af Özen Allfrukt på Lantmannagatan 59 (på hjørnet med Ystadsvägen, direkte ved siden af Overskottsbolaget og Emmaus second hand). Dér får man nemlig de mest utrolige mængder frugt (i dag to æsker med druer, en hel vandmelon, en kohlrabi, en galiamelon, fire blommer, to japanske pærer, en ananas og en æske physalis) til utrolig ringe penge (i dag ca. 80 SEK). Velbekomme! Nu er der virkelig ingen undskyldning for at få den dér depression.

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