My Old School

Memories of simpler times. Memories of childhood. I can vividly recall listening to this song and dancing around the living room with my mom when I was Maggie's age. Steely Dan always puts a smile of my face.



I really dig this photo montage I found on You Tube. I love the 70's. These photos make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's kind of funny that I loved this song as a small child when the lyrics are really about such inappropriate subject matter. From what I gather the song is actually about a drug bust at Bard college - something to which I was, needless to say, completely oblivious at that tender age of three or four. For some reason though that kind of makes me love this song even more now. Is that wrong?

What are some of your favorite songs from childhood?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Getting ready to make our traditional breakfast feast before we head over to the home of some extended family for Thanksgiving dinner. Later the kids and I will be chillin' while we play board games and watch Frosty the Snowman. I love this time of year! Sadly, Carl has to work. We'll really miss him, but make the most of it anyway. Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone has a great day.

Confession: I suck at laundry

There's really not much to say about that except that Carl, you probably don't have any clean clothes for work, and you may have to "go commando."

*Only kidding - believe it or not, I actually can find a clean pair of underwear in there, and my husband does have clean clothes for work (at least I think he does). Still, I really do suck at laundry.

At our house even the stuffed animals have attitude

Just in case you're wondering, this stuffed leopard is indeed a socialist. Furthermore, we as his family not only support this choice, we advocate it.

Yup, that's my daughter.

I just sent Maggie to her room for a time out, and as she stomped up the stairs (as loudly as humanly possible for a four year old of course) she looked directly at me over her shoulder and said, "You NOT the best mom I know!" I had to struggle to contain my laughter because come on, that's pretty funny.

Whoopsie!

A couple of days ago I got a speeding ticket - okay, that is I got another speeding ticket. In my defense, the cops are out right now in full force trying to drum up revenue in this god-forsaken economy, and I know quite a few people that have recently received speeding tickets. But anyway, the kids who happened to be in the car with me both times I was pulled over are having quite the field day with this. My son loudly complained from the backseat the entire time that the cop was writing the ticket, "This is soooo boring! Can't we just leave?" To which I reminded him that I would be arrested if I decided to go all "Grand Theft Auto" and gun it and take off at that moment. Then after we were free to go, Maggie told me, "I like that policeman, I just don't like the ones that arrest us." To which I reminded her that we have never been arrested - something I adamantly tried to reinforce as we headed to Bear's taekwondo class where we would be sitting with about 20 other parents. Not that I really care what anyone thinks of me, but I kind of didn't want Maggie giving anyone getting the impression that I'm arrested on any sort of regular basis. Both times that I was ticketed I tried to use the experience as an opportunity to reinforce the idea that I broke a rule, and this is what happens when you break a rule; there are consequences in life even for adults (I'm getting a ticket anyways, I might as well make the most of it). But on a personal note, it does kinda suck that apparently the days of getting out of tickets by looking cute and naive seem to be behind me (although I did get the cop to write me up for violating a less costly speed bracket, so I guess that's something).