How much do I hate Beyonce's new song "Run the World"? Hmmm, well, getting a root canal while I had my fingernails dragged across a chalkboard would be better than sitting through this little ditty. This is clearly an example of big media pushing a song, because if this were sung by anyone else, it never would have left the studio. Aside from the fact that the lyrics are completely stupid, how can this be passed off as music?
When the news first broke that Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver had split after 25 years of marriage, I was shocked. And saddened. Whenever I hear of couples who split after a long time, it makes me nauseous. Perhaps, because I can’t help but wonder, “Is there ever a time when you’re ‘safe’ in a marriage? When the threats of infidelity and indifference no longer threaten to rip you apart?” At what point can you just sit back and say “We made it! Phew, that was a journey wasn’t it?” as you raise your glasses in a celebratory toast.
Look I know I shouldn’t have done it. It was a stretch taking my children to see Thor. They are waaaay too young to see it. I simply couldn’t bear to see another freakin’ cartoon, alright?! I wanted something with real people in it for pity’s sake. So I told myself it would be ok. How bad could it be? Well, when your 8 year old stands up at the end of the movie and says “Mommy, that was totally inappropriate”, you know you may have overstepped the boundaries a little.
So the weekend was was a wash out. Literally. Nothing but rain. Ugh. What do you do with two girls when you’re stuck in the house all day? Well, normally I encourage mine to go find something to do if I’m honest. On Saturday though I was feeling like I haven’t put in my best effort lately on the “mother of the year” front so I decided it was time for pedicures!
I pulled out my rarely used foot soaker, lined up some nail polish, pulled out their favorite reading material and pulled them into my bathroom for some spa time.
Every once in a while I like to go on a bender. A cooking bender that is. This is where I spend days trying new recipes or going all out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Summer is also getting closer and that is when my husband and I enter our busy season. Busy, as in, “Holy Toledo what’s for supper tonight?” busy. The last couple of years have seen us scrambling, eating lacklustre meals pulled together at the last second (i.e. cereal) or eating out (which I hate).
The other day my daughter was nagging me for something I had previously said no to, oh I don’t know, let’s say A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE, when I turned to her and snapped “For heaven’s sake child, you are a broken record!” This is where she paused and cocked her head to the side and very calmly said, “What’s a record?” And I couldn’t help but laugh. After all, she was born in 2004, long after the demise of vinyl. Why would she know what a record was?
I have to admit that leading up to the Royal Wedding I really wasn’t that into it. Not that I was opposed to it, but rather I was ambivalent, neither here nor there about the whole thing. Obviously, you’d have to have been in some strange isolation experiment not to have seen and heard all the hype leading up to Friday’s event. I have a great filter though and quickly discard the stuff I don’t want to see. So while some were moaning about the endless coverage, I didn’t find it that bad.
I hang out on the web occasionally, you know, once in a blue moon. When I do there are certain sites that never disappoint me. I thought I'd share them with you. Let me know if there's any you haven't heard of and what you think! Share your favorite places in the comments.
Values.com - I saw billboards for this website on the way to Florida and went to check it out. Love the messages it shares. Inspiring.
I’m at home alone today. My husband is at work and my children slept at their grandparents last night. So, upon waking today the house was unusually quiet. My only company in the house is my dog, who is a much better listener than a talker so the quiet is unsettling for me. Brushing my teeth, having a leisurely breakfast and enjoying a cup of tea without being interuppted a bajillion times is great but it’s causing a little anxiety because I just don’t know what to do with days like this.
I told you recently about my wonderful experience hearing Rene Syler speak at Disney Social Media Moms and that I’d be back to tell you all about Chris Brogan. So here he is:
I’m going to go off on a tangent because I’m pissed and as hard as I’m trying not to turn into Tipper Gore here, I believe I have finally reached my boiling point. This evening on the way home from a movie with my children my eight year old started singing this:
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me
Na na na na Come on, come on, come on I like it-like it Come on, come on, come on I like it-like it
I recently had the honour of attending the Disney Social Media Moms Conference at Walt Disney World in Orlando. As you can imagine, like everything else Disney touches, it was magical. I am constantly in awe of the way Disney runs their business and as it was pointed out to us they are not in the “hotel and theme park” business but rather in the “guest experience” business. For a full recap of this event please check out these awesome blogs here, here and here.
I haven’t driven my car in two weeks. Only two weeks, but you’d think I hadn’t driven it in two years. I took my daughter to skating tonight and in typical "Candace" fashion, my van was practically on empty. I’m not a big fan of putting gas in my car. I typically try to time it so that whenever my husband takes the van it’s running on fumes. This saves me the aggravation of filling it up. Tonight however, my fuel light came on just as we were arriving at the arena. Odds of getting home were slim, so I had no choice but to find a full serve gas station.
A few weeks ago, my friend Jen posted a link to her blog on Facebook. What caught my eye was the cover of the cookbook she was talking about. It made me laugh out loud. Naturally, I clicked the link to find out more and proceeded to laugh, cry and order the book.
Tonight I watched a teenage girl get on the bus at Disney with her parents, nose buried in her cell phone, texting at a furious rate. Her parents looked exasperated and a little sad. They were at Disney after all and were probably hoping that their time here would be spent laughing, sharing and connecting like families are meant to on vacation.
I am a firm believer that if you can not change the situation at hand, then change the way you react to it. It’s a skill I am trying to perfect as I get older.
Ho hum. Just call me Blobby McBlobberson. I’m pretty sure my pudge has found a way to reproduce without my feeding it it’s regular supply of chips and dip. Not that I’ve stopped eating chips. I believe we’ve determined that this is an impossibility. It’s just that my body is betraying me now and actually not burning off junk food like it used to. I feel frumpy. Yummy? Not so much with the yummy.
So yesterday my husband, who I love more than anything, vacuumed the house, mopped the floor and then walked into my office and said “Let’s go get you a new Mac desktop.” After I slapped myself across the cheek and then pinched my thigh really hard to make sure I was awake, I said “Don’t be silly. I don’t need a new desktop. Mine is perfectly fine.”
I have Bieber fever. I like the Biebs. I’m a Belieber. Now go ahead and get it out of your system. When you are done laughing your ass off come back and read the rest of my blog, or not. I mean if you can’t stomach the thought of more Bieber hype than this probably isn’t the read for you. I, for one, have never had a problem with the kid. I like his songs and I’m not ashamed to admit that Baby, Baby, Baby is on my workout playlist.
Valentine’s Day in our house is focused solely on our girls. Each year my husband buys them roses, one for each year we’ve been lucky enough to have them. We take a picture and it’s fun to look at them over the last several years starting with my oldest when she was only 2 1/2 months old with her Daddy and one pink rose. This year, she’ll get 9! We joke that eventually this little tradition is going to get pretty expensive. We may have to cap it at a dozen roses.
