To those of you who called or e-mailed concerned about me - thank you. I love you, and your support means everything.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Can I have a tent when I seep over after Ladieth Night? - xoxo - Ames
Where I've been. Who I am. And do I fit in?
Yes, kids, it's that time of year where I DVR American Idol, only to fast forward through 75% of it (seriously, there are some really painful people on there right now) to get to the few I like.
It's also that time of year where I pick my new Idol crush. Yes, I'm 38. Don't judge me.
Enter Casey James.
Oh, and is anyone else getting a Gerard Butler vibe off of CJ Hooker (which is how I will refer to him in all future posts) in this one?
Don't worry, Kris Allen, I still love you most of all.
Labels: Stuff We Would Punch In The Mouf
Enjoy some decorspiration, courtesy of the interwebs. This is terribew, but I didn't make note of where some of these images came from because I was just intending to keep them in a file for my damn self. If they're yours, please let me know and I'll give credit where credit is due!!
I have been wanting to up my art factor throughout the casa. The following all have ehh-heh-xxxx-cellent artwork. I intend to either duplicate or visit etsy to find a reasonable facsimile of some.
Easy peasy graphic abstract that I may try. Love the yellow and black one the mostest.
I believe this is a Marimekko from Desire to Inspire.
So in conclusion, to sum things up, I really feel, in short, to recap it slightly in a clearer version, in the words of David Cassidy in fact, while he was still with the Partridge family, "Art, I think I love you."
Thank you, Four Weddings and A Funeral IMDB page, for that inspiring summation.
Speaking of befores and afters, that is ANOTHER new favey crockett:
It is a veritable shmorgishborg of, well, befores and afters.
Holy crap. I need something like that in my life.
Finally, another new fave is All The Best. I haven't spent as much time on this one, but I will. Oh, I WILL. Hello, collection of gorgeous interiors and fabulous recipes. Yummmmmmmmm.
I'm so in love with these commercials that I cannot get to embed to SAVE MY LIFE, Blogger. Grrrrr.
And as much as I love to call your ride the Tripenator, The Mystery Machine and The Sweet Pickles Van, Shan, I think we can all agree that if ANYONE gets their swagger on, it is you my friend.
Rollin' with my homies.
Peace out, Ames
Is that the guy from the Sonic commercials who I have a wee crush on? I love him. I love that commercial you just linked to. Nope, had never seen it before. HI-larious. And you say Swag Wag, I say Pearl (that's what I call her). I know, I know - Pearl isn't the swaggest of names, but she can be feisty when she wants to. For instance, if I'm backing too close to something, Driving Miss Daisy she can sure shriek up a storm.
Now if Pearl could just convert to a magical crib that the boyz in our hood could not climb out of, life would be grand. Yep, that's where we are as of this morning. Just spent the night with both boys in our bed because we CANNOT keep them in their crib. Ask me how much sleep I got with Gavin kicking me in the back and whacking me in the head all night. Not. Much. Must. Mainline. Coffee.
Also - on a Trips sidenote - I took them all three to the grocery store BY MYSELF for the first time ever on Thursday. They are 21 months. My friends who had children the smart way (i.e., one at a time) probably think nothing of taking their babies to the store, but I can tell you, I was ascairt. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot and I start unloading babies into the stroller, Scarlett started screaming her head off. I was committed at that point, however, and forged ahead. Luckily she stopped once we started moving.
However, and this is also something those with one baby probably don't get, it is a FREAK SHOW trying to take them all out at once. I can assure you, anytime The Hubs and I have done it, we get at least one idiotic comment (if not several), every time, not to mention strangers who come up and ask if we had fertility drugs to end up with three. Seriously, strange man who I have never laid eyes on? Is it really your bidness if I did? Would you ask the couple with one baby that same question? Hells no.
BUT I DIGRESS. So, get in the store, man immediately walks up and says, "Are they twins?"
Me: Uh, noooo, they're triplets.
Strange Man: Are they all boys? Girls?
(Let me state for the record that Scarlett was wearing a pink dress, tights, pink cowboy boots, and a purple coat. The boys both had on overalls and jackets. Obviously different).
Me: They are two identical boys and a girl.
Strange Man: Oh, they come in that combination?
Me: Staring.....hard....scratching head....Yes, they come in all different combinations.
You see!!!! I am not lying. Every frigging time. My cousin has suggested I get tee shirts made up that say: Yes, they're triplets. Boy, Boy, Girl (they DO come in that combination), and it's noneya bizness whether we took drugs or not...
Ames, I sorry I just highjacked that post.
Aw, man, that's all I have in me for now. Well, that and oatmeal, blueberries and assorted bodily fluids and organs, but that goes without saying. Which is one of those odd sayings - because why did I say it if I didn't need to? That goes for most of my post here, actually.
Shan here again - cuppa questions for Amy:
1. Do you have a taker yet for Wine Chips? Count me in. (P.S. OHMYSTARSONICE made me giggle out loud).
b) Flashlight? I have never heard of this song, but I intend to hook it up for girlzzzz night next monf, as I will happily turn on the bideo recorder to capture your impromptu dance.
For reals. Meana Irina from Project Runway. Her fall 2010 collection? Gorge. I would wear every single piece. Love it. See for yourself, pics below are from Project Rungay. You can also read some heated debate about her use of fur and feathers. Personally, I love them - espesh the feathers.