Monday, March 31, 2014

hippity-happy birfday lady sistah


So my middle sister is 22 today and she lives far far away in a land called Indiana, and even though we are going to be there in THIRTEEN DAYS as her text reminded me this morning... we decided to celebrate her birthday with a mini party. Because sometimes you have to buy cupcakes and party hats and celebrate for someone because she isn't there to celebrate with you.

I stopped at the store after school and picked up cupcakes and party hats for the birthday extravaganza... and I even got these glitter "22" candles because they were 99 cents and things that are 99 cents just call to me.

Well the pictures will speak for themselves, but this here baby doesn't want to smile for pictures or wear a party hat or blow out candles or really do anything except eat the cupcakes because why the heck would you take pictures with cupcakes and not just eat them?

....which is a valid question I have to admit.

So now that chocolate-covered baby has a brutal sugar-high that will live in infamy, and is sitting like a frog with his tongue out, panting like a dog saying "DOGGIE! GOOD! DOGGY! GOOD!"

which is just the price you pay for a virtual birthday extravaganza, I suppose.

Birthday party enthusiasts, over and out!
Happy Birthday Hayder-Gator! 

birthday hats and glitter candles brought to you by Target.
gluten-free chocolate cupcakes brought to you by Trader Joe's.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

march book club discussion

Happy (almost) end of March!! I'm posting book club discussion today since tomorrow is Monday and Mondays are just awful (and Mondays are always extra busy for some reason, I think I spend any extra time Mondays catching up on all the work I thought I was going to get done over the weekend but didn't...or something).


I'm excited to talk about this book, you guys! I don't want to totally run the discussion but I do want to say:

1. Where do I get a Manjula? I know she actually ended up working for the Russian mafia and she actually was going to fly to Seattle to kill Bernadette (or something) but there are days where I feel like I would take my risks for 75 cents and hour assistance.

2. I want this quote printed on a plaque and hung in my classroom, my living room, my car, my forehead, etc:
“That's right,' she told the girls. 'You are bored. And I'm going to let you in on a little secret about life. You think it's boring now? Well, it only gets more boring. The sooner you learn it's on you to make life interesting, the better off you'll be.”  
...and the fact that the girls in the back seat of the car that Bernadette was talking to in this scene were in preschool and this is something I could see happening with my mom, if it didn't -- in fact -- happen and I just don't remember it. 

3. I identify a little too closely with Bernadette and her neurotic behavior. This isn't necessarily something that I am proud of, but I'm thinking there's more neurotic out there then people are willing to admit.

4. Bernadette's description of Seattle and the people who live in Seattle. Am I the only one who read that more than once because it was just so spot on? And not wanting to leave the house because she "might run into a Canadian". hilllllll-aaaaaaaarious.

5. Bee and Bernadette's relationship was my favorite part of the story. That even though Bernadette was a whack-job and wore a fishing vest and hung billboards over the neighbor's house Bee had her back. Bee knew her intentions were good. Bee knew her mom well enough to know that there was more to the story than her mom running away from them to get drunk and jump off the side of a boat in Antarctica.
And in 13 years I hope that if (when) I do neurotic things every once and awhile (I will), Sage will at least know that I have good intentions and wasn't running off to Antarctica to get away from him. (I'm not running away to Antarctica -- btw -- for those who are actually concerned after reading this -- I'm speaking metaphorically).

6. WTF Soo-Lin.

7. I would like my own Petite Trianon in the form of an airstream trailer.

8. I could keep going, but I won't. Or there would be nothing left to say!!

(oh, and I'm reeeeeeally excited about April's book. Watch for the post on the first of April! -- not a joke -- ha)

1. Where’d You Go, Bernadette is told from the point of view of a daughter trying to find her missing mother. Why do you think the author chose to tell the story from Bee’s perspective? What light does it shed on the bond between Bernadette and Bee?

2. What are your thoughts on Bernadette’s character? Has she become unhinged or has she always been a little crazy? What, if anything, do you think sent her over the edge? Have you ever had a moment in your own life that utterly changed you, or made you call into question your own sanity?

3. When Bernadette relocates from Los Angeles to Seattle, she must cope with being a transplant in a new city. Have you ever moved, or even stayed put but switched jobs, and had to adjust to an entirely different culture? What was it like?
4. The idea of going to Antarctica becomes too much for an already frazzled Bernadette to bear, but the trip itself, surprisingly, turns out to be exactly what she needs to get back on track. How do other characters in the novel experience their own breakthroughs? Which character is most transformed?

5. How are Audrey Griffin and Bernadette Fox more alike than they realize?

6. Bernadette often behaves as if she is an outsider. Do you think she is? If so, do you think her feelings of being an outsider are self-imposed, or is she truly different from the other members of her community? Do you ever feel like an outsider?

7. The book has a very playful structure. Do you think it works? Why do you think the author chose it rather than a more straightforward, traditional structure? Think about other books with unusual structures and how their formats influenced your reading experience.

8. What do you think of Bernadette and Elgie’s marriage? Is it dysfunctional?  Is there real love there? How has their marriage changed over time? Think about romantic relationships you’ve been in that have evolved, positively or negatively, and why.

9. Where’d You Go, Bernadette is, at its core, a story about a woman who disappears, both literally and figuratively. Were you able to relate to the book? How and why? Do you feel Bernadette’s disappearance was unique, or do all women, in a sense, disappear into motherhood and marriage?
(Questions issued by publisher.)

Friday, March 28, 2014


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

being small at the go-cart track is the pits.

More information on the 52 project here.

Thursday, March 27, 2014


My parents have gone off the DIY deep end. I blame this totally and completely on their discovery of the DIY channel on DirectTV -- more specifically the girl on Rehab Addict. My mom said something to the extent of "if she can work a sander than so can I!" and a sander she bought. The DIY kick has gotten to the point that before going over to spend the day with them Sage instinctually grabbed his toy drill. I see a DIY right-hand man in my future, once he's big enough to have a drill that isn't made out of plastic and doesn't exclaim "Sounds like the drill bit needs to be cleaned! Let's fix it together!" in Handy Manny's voice.

I just finished Where'd You Go, Bernadette for this month's online book club. (Did you read it? You really should! Book club discussion is next Monday and it's a quick read if you haven't read it yet!)  I am almost done with The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. It's fantastic and it's a quick read. It's a series of stories about growing up on a reservation. His writing and storytelling is fantastic. Can I say fantastic again when talking about this book? Oh okay.... fantastic, you guys!

Lots of gluten free pizza and quesadillas around here lately. I really like jalapeños on both of these things and I really like dipping sriracha on both of these things. So I guess I am actually on more of a jalapeño and sriracha kick than a pizza and quesadilla kick.  And I saw sriracha kettle chips at the gas station the other day! But I'm not brave enough to try them yet. What if they're too spicy? For someone who is putting jalapeños on everything and dipping things in sriracha that doesn't make much sense. I guess my reasoning is a little off and I should probably just go ahead and ring in the weekend with a bag of sriracha chips tomorrow. 

Thinking about: 
Spring break!! We are leaving on April 12 to visit Haydn and Sean in Indiana and I have this weird hope in the back of my head that it's like Pawnee and that Little Sebastian greets me at the gate. Haydn and I talk on the phone about every 2 days to plan the logistics of the trip. We are seriously freaking out about it. YAYYYYYY for vacations!

Listening to: 
Sage has come to terms with the fact that we are going to be listening to NPR and Audiobooks in the car and has stopped yelling and kicking his feet with his hands over his ears. One small step for mankind, one giant leap for talk radio. 

Also been listening to this song a lot, because everyone needs a little top 40 in their life every now and again. Can I get a heck yeah?
...and according the the video you can listen to the song for 10 hours on a loop if you're into that. You're welcome?

The freedom that comes with learning to let things go.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014


Happy Wednesday!

We're making pizza on gluten free crust that went on a short-dated clearance at Savemart, which means that we are eating gluten free pizza until we can eat gluten free pizza no more.

And check out that cheese-spreading concentration happening in the bottom picture.
Chef Sage is in the hizz-ouse!

I think pizza might be my current favorite food group.

Maybe it's the Italian in me.
(I have no Italian in me)

...I remember being assigned a project in 7th grade where we were required to research our heritage. I interrogated my mom that night, trying to find some hidden pocket in my genealogy that would make for an interesting class report.

"Native American?"
"look at your pinky nail. That's about as much Native American as you have in you."

I did my school report on Finland.

So in the name of the Italian ancestors that I still wish that I had (and the semester of Italian that didn't stick): buon appetito 

Saturday, March 22, 2014


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

More information on the 52 project here.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


Well top o' the mornin' to ya lads an' lassies!

Happy Wednesday ta you an' yers!

St. Patrick's day may have been earlier this week but that doesn't mean that we are out of mint chocolate chip ice cream, so we are celebrating Wednesday with a scoop of green in our cones and green paper straws in our diet cokes (well my diet coke and Sage's mango juice).

Happy Wednesday to you!
May you have all the chocolate coins your belly can handle and green milk on your Cheerios all week!

Oh! and we bought Frozen and I've been a bit braid-obsessed after watching it.

...and I accidentally sang "do you want to build a snoooooowmaaaaaann??" louder than I meant to in the grocery store tonight. Sage thought it was pretty funny... and so did the lady who I didn't see turning down the isle.

Thank goodness I'm not the only one though:

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

sage was here 01

After he goes to bed, I find little scenes like this one -- proving that he was indeed awake and that he was indeed causing trouble, even when I think I have a close watch over him.

Linking up with The Year of Motherhood

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Happy Wednesday from this baby and his wild and unmanageable hair (regardless of the 15 or so haircuts that he's had in his short life). Thick hair that grows like a weed with cowlicks all through it. Last week he was Olivia Newton John and this week he is the singer from Sum 41. (hahaha)

oh and on that note:

Then there's me with a shirt that looks like it says "F-U" but really is a shirt I bought at the FUN concert and isn't actually inappropriate when a baby head isn't covering the N.

I love this picture. I love how wild he looks. I love that wild hair and that smile.

Now I need to start packing for our trip to Utah this weekend.
Am I the only one that waits to start packing or thinking about laundry until 8 the night before we leave for a trip? I can't be. Procrastination station over here.

Happy Wednesday!

Monday, March 10, 2014

ten on ten // march

ten photos on the tenth of each month

joining Rebekah

Sunday, March 9, 2014


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

This was one of those pictures that you take and immediately know that it's going to be IT.

Lately Sage has been making a baby velociraptor screeeeeeeech when he gets excited. I had class all day on Saturday and he was headed to go spend the day with his grandpa. When I told him we were headed there the baby velociraptor screech soon followed suit.

Later that day, when I pulled the picture up on the computer, a string of profanities were said under my breath.
It's ####-ing out of focus. Are you ####-ing kidding me?!

I could have thrown my computer off the kitchen table right then and there. I didn't (just to clarify).

After days of editing and trying to salvage my dream picture... you know.. the one with the perfect light and the perfect color and the perfect expression, I threw my hands up. You just can't focus an out-of-focus shot. One more #### was muttered.

I realized soon after (well, after one more shot at trying to edit the picture) that I would post it anyway as my photo of the week this week.

Life isn't always a perfectly in focus shot.
Life with a wild little boy feels pretty blurry sometimes.
And really, we are our own worst critics when it comes to our art.

So my photo of the week this week is real. It's not a facade of what our life is like, it's an accurate picture of what our life is like. Bright and a little blurry and full of excited baby velociraptor screeches.

In fact, with all of its flaws, it might be my favorite photo yet.

More information on the 52 project here.

Friday, March 7, 2014


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

Waking up is so hard.

More information on the 52 project here.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014


Happy Wednesday from me and Olivia Newton John.

Sage found that sweatband from a 5K I ran (walked) and has been wearing it around all evening. Occationally he mixes it up by pulling it over his eyes and walking around like Jordi from Star Trek until he runs into something.

Add a whistle and a bus and you have a complete ensemble. Im totally underdressed in my band shirt and yoga pants.

Enjoy your Wednesday!
As you can see we definitely are:)

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

popcorn popping...

Popcorn has been a re-accuring theme 'round these parts lately.

The other day we were at Les Schwab getting another tire patched because yet another nail got up close and personal with the rubber that rolls us from place to place. Sage was eating his Les Schwab specialty popcorn and I looked over and saw him shove an entire baby handful of the popcorn into his mouth with all the gusto of a true barbarian.

Fast forward to Monday night. Sage had gone to bed so I was doing all kinds of wildly exciting things like emptying the dishwasher and organizing the magic bullet cups. I sat down to grade some papers and decided that this grading papers situation would be far less painful if I had some popcorn in front of me. Now you see...we are usually big kettle corn fans around here...but Costco has this new microwave popcorn that tastes exactly like the stuff that clogs the crap out our your arteries at the movie theater and shows no mercy. The kind where they ask if you want extra butter and you say "heck yeah!!! who doesn't?!!" in your head and "yes please" out your mouth, then don't understand why every kernel isn't soaking when you clearly asked for extra butter.

So duh, that is the popcorn of choice around here. Never have we used so many paper towels in our lives. (Sorry trees and Lorax and Danny DiVito).

Annnnnnnnyway I was grading papers and watching Parks and Rec and eating said artery-clogging popcorn when I caught myself shoving entire handfuls of popcorn into my mouth at a time. In true barbarian style.

It's just like looking in a mirror sometimes when I look at that little human. He is totally and completely a sponge (if a sponge could shove popcorn in his mouth).  My shadow. I shove popcorn, he shoves popcorn. I fix my hair when I take off my hat, he fixes his hair when he takes off his hat.
Monkey see/monkey do.

And these monkeys eat a whoooooole lots of popcorn in this zoo.

...barbarian style.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

sunday nap

This wild little boy is napping. 
I am editing pictures. I am enjoying the quiet. I was scrolling through my thousands of pictures -- still moments in time -- when it hit me. 

Life is so good, you guys. So good. 

Saturday, March 1, 2014

march book club

Well, here goes nothin'. 

Last night I threw out the idea  of an online book club on Facebook and I couldn't believe how awesome the response was. So I said to myself, "ladyface, this is happening and now you have the responsibility of picking a book actually worth reading." 

So without further ado, the first title is Where'd You Go, Bernadette
The author used to write for Arrested Development. If that isn't enough to go download it to your Kindle immediately, then I sure as heck don't know what is. Or go buy it at an actual bookstore.. if real paper and print books are your thing (I get it...I mean, that smell!). 

So on the last day of March we'll meet back here and discuss. 

Ready.... break! 

Oh! And I decided to hold the book club here because not everyone who showed interest is on Facebook (if you were wondering how the heck you ended up here..haha). 


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

Saturday mornings are the best mornings.

More information on the 52 project here.