Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The Bug has decided that she's going to hold an "Art Sale" this weekend. She's been busy creating one-of-a-kind masterpieces, which she intends to sell for $6 each. Why $6? Because she's 6, of course! She's going to set up a table in her dad's front yard and rake in the cash, or so goes her plan. She's saving up for her "very own puppy". She really really really really really really really wants a Rhodesian Ridge-back. Or a Bernese Mountain dog. Or a Chihuahua. Or a Golden Retriever. Or a Corgi. Or a Miniature Doberman. Or a Long-haired "Dutch-und". (and don't even try to tell her it's called a "Dachshund" because you don't know what you're talking about.) Can you tell this kid watches WAY too much Animal Planet??
PS. I made that dress she's wearing. It turned out pretty well...until you look at the zipper. But we won't talk about that. OK??
Here's a photo I took the other evening as the most wonderful summer thunder-storm rolled in. I have no idea what that tower-thing is, but this is exactly as it looked from our front yard.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Behold the Electra Gypsy:
This picture doesn't really do it justice, so....are you ready? Here's the glamour shot:
Still, you just can't get just how GORGEOUS this bike is until you see it in person, which we did in Sun Valley. The details are just unbelievable. It totally reminds me of something you'd ride through a small Swiss village (which anyone who knows me can understand the attraction there) with a bottle of wine and baguette in the basket, while wearing a 1940s sundress, big sunglasses and a scarf around your neck. I seriously can not stop thinking about this bike. Practical? No. But really? What could be cooler than peddling around town on this?? Nothing, that's what. I'm plotting how to justify its purchase..... I need your help.
If you want a closer look, it's here: http://www.electrabike.com/ (it's a ladies' cruiser, the Gypsy model.) There has never been a more "Kate-like" bike in the world.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
So! I'd left you hanging (all 3 of my regular readers) with the trip to the ER. The thing is, when I sat down to write this, I realized how very little I remember of that experience. Hence the recommendation to be inebriated if you ever have to make such a trip. Anyway, I do know that we were there for at least 3 1/2 hours, even though it just me and a little boy. I don't know what his problem was but I don't think he was gushing blood like I was. Probably swallowed a Transformer or something minor like that.....but I guess for some reason the Dr. assumed I was feeling no pain.
From what I hear, the highlights of the ER visit were:
1. The doctor coming out and asking Kris and Nichole if they were part of the "Moms Gone Wild" party....and they were horrified: "She told you that?? That's TOP SECRET INFORMATION! No body's supposed to know that!"
2. The doctor laughing and telling them that usually, when there's a group like this and he sees one of them come through the ER, he'll see someone else from the group before the weekend is over. That became the ominous prediction for the rest of the weekend: who was gonna be next?
3. Jennifer, thinking she was being so sneaky, going outside to barf in the bushes and later finding out that not only were Kris and Nichole watching her and laughing, the receptionist could see it all because she was right in front of the huge picture-window!
The next day I said to the girls: "I probably should have received a tetanus shot, because it's been years since I've had one". **awkward, stunned silence** "Uh, Kate? You DID receive a tetanus shot. You don't remember that? They hurt like a mother!! How do you not remember that??" followed by fits of giggles. brats.
The good news is that there were no other major injuries requiring visits to the ER, not even, amazingly enough, when Nichole decided the next night, despite the doctors prediction, that it was a good idea to stand up through Jen's sunroof and ride through town laying on the roof, looking up at the stars, yelling "It's soooo beautiful out here! You all have to try this!!"
Yeah, I know: we really should be embarrassed by all this very un mom-like behavior, but it's our once-a-year outlet from all the responsibilities of our everyday lives. And like I said to a friend this morning: we refuse to grow old gracefully; we are going to go kicking and screaming, and laughing and dancing. And I look forward to every minute of it.
Next year: We plan to rent a yurt near Santa Barbara that Nichole found, overlooking the Pacific ocean. No one there knows us. YET.
My mother is probably secretly mortified right now, that her 42 yr. old daughter (a grown woman!) is admitting this, and she's most likely making plans to take me out of the will. She taught me better than this, for the record. But sadly, it didn't take. (Hi mom! Love you!)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Where to start? Well. Once again, the Moms Gone Wild tour hit Sun Valley and reminded all those snow-boardin'-mountain-bike-ridin'-hard-partyin' punks how it's done. There were 7 of us who descended on the peaceful Wood River Valley from various parts of the Pacific Northwest. Friday night was supposed to be our "mellow" night; we all arrived at the condo around 5 and started off with some Mojitos and wine. Just a couple, you know, to take the edge off after our long travels. Well, a couple turned into a few and we decided to head downtown. The usual scene-of-the-crime for us is Whiskey Jacques, so we thought we'd start there. Luckily the condo was within walking distance of downtown, so we did the responsible thing and walked. Well, we arrived before the band had started so we had, you know, a few more drinks. Most of the gals were drinking beer but Jen and I had a couple of Cosmos. And then they just started showing up at our table as quickly as we finished the last. Mmmm....so cool and refreshing on a muggy July night. So the band finally starts up and we all hit the dance floor. They thank us politely for dancing to their sound-check. Ahem. Jennifer starts pounding her fists on the table and yelling "Sound check? Sound check???" which just cracks us all up. Anyway, we proceed to drink and dance and laugh our asses off. We got VERY loud and started getting dirty looks from all the 24 year olds who were maybe thinking we were too old for this type of unlady-like behavior. Which, of course, made us laugh harder and be even more obnoxious. At some point we decided that dancing in flip-flops while drunk is just too complicated, so we all kicked off our shoes so we could flail around unencumbered. Well, by then Jen and I were in full-on "I looooove you sooo much" mode (ok, maybe it was just me, but she was tolerating it...) and the next thing we knew, (I think there was a toast of some sort involved) there was broken glass everywhere on the floor, and in trying to move away from it, I stepped on a nice big piece. I proceeded to bleed profusely, all the while refusing treatment because I didn't want the other girls to have to stop having fun. Finally it became very apparent that a trip to the Emergency room was in order.
Tomorrow: Why, if you're going to get hurt, I suggest being inebriated
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
*Translation: Oh my god, you can NOT be serious.
But really? I think this just shows how evolved he really is and how well he has learned to communicate tactfully with a woman. So sweet.
And then, THEN, I'm heading over to Ketchum for a weekend of debauchery with the girls....our annual "Moms Gone Wild" weekend: no husbands/partners and NO KIDDOS!! We had to skip last year because Jennifer went and had another baby (so selfish!) so we've got some making up to do. There are sure to be outrageous stories...my favorite from our last trip is the image of Jen pole-dancing with the gigantic lodge-pole pine in the middle of the dance-floor of Whisky Jacque's! We sort tend to forget we're, um, grownups when we get together! Or maybe we're just in denial for one weekend a year. There is sure to be lots and lots of laughing, story-telling, shopping, eating, and probably a few Mojitos consumed. And wine. And Saki. And Tequila. We let it ALL hang out and we all come away refreshed and sore from laughter and counting the days until our next one. I can not wait.
Here are a couple of my new favotire photos. Look at those eyes! And that's Moby, the Second Best Dog in the World (right behind Smokey...but a very close second).
And I can't tell you how much I love to walk into a room and see Anna reading...It's the best thing ever.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Anyway, I often wonder why I find the sight of someone getting hurt to be so. damn. funny. I sort of feel badly that as someone is standing there rubbing the goose-egg on their head, I'm trying to hide my tears of laughter. But it runs in my family, I'm afraid. Both of my sisters suffer the same malady. There was the time, a couple of years ago, when my whole family was gathered together for my brother's wedding. We were all sitting outside on the patio of a restaurant, probably 10 of us or so. As this couple comes out onto the patio, the woman miscalculates the last step and totally does the Jerry-Lewis-flailing-arms-rubber-legs stumble thing. I felt the laughter well up in my chest and turned my head so as not to guffaw in her general direction....but unfortunately I made eye-contact with Lala who I could tell was fighting the same reaction and we both had to literally run around the corner so we could die laughing without embarrassing the poor woman. It still makes me well up with tears (of laughter) just thinking about it.
So, tell me what makes you laugh?? The more inappropriate, the better! : )
PS. David and I remembered another Worst Song of All Time: "Having My Baby" by Neil Sedaka. Oh, why Neil? Why??