Saturday, July 30, 2005

Pretty is in the eye of the beholder ... and it isn't me

Today, Boogie was looking through one of our Better Homes and Gardens magzadines (as she calls them) and called me over to look at one of the pictures. It was an ad for doublemint gum, and it featured these two blond doublement twins on a bicycle built for two.

"Look, mommy, look! They're so pretty!" I agreed and asked if she wanted to keep the picture. She said no, and then continued looking at the picture. A few minutes later, she changed her mind, and asked if I could cut it out for her. And she wanted tape ... to tape the picture up in her room next to her poster of Disneyland.

After we hung the picture, she continued to gaze at it. "Mommy, she's so pretty, so beautiful. Do you know which one is prettier? This one, she's prettier than this one." They both looked the same to me, but I guess she saw some redeeming quality in one vs. the other. "What about me?" I asked, afraid of what she might say.

"Weeeelllll, your pretty ... but not as pretty as her." Oh. While it may be true, I kind of hoped my daughter would think I was the most beautiful person in the world. I guess I can always hold out for the hope that she'll think I'm the funniest person in the world ... but then again, I think my husband has me beat on that one.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Enjoying the dog days of summer (whatever that means)

Today, I took the day off from work. Not to take the kids to doctor's appointments, not because I was sick myself. Just because. Well, actually it was a comp day that I took because I had to work last Saturday. But even so, it's nice to have a day off when most people are at work.

It's been a good day so far. I slept in until 8 a.m. It felt great. My husband woke up with the baby at around 7, and I just snuggled in tight with Boogie, who had crawled into bed with us this morning around 6 a.m. I guess snuggled isn't quite the right word since she likes to sleep with her head toward the footboard, but I enjoyed the closeness of her pretty, albeit very large, feet.

We finally woke up, had breakfast, got cleaned up, and waited for a play-date with a little boy that Boogie used to go to daycare with. She hasn't seen him in over a month, since she's been going to pre-school. They had a fun time, his mom and I bonded with our babies (her son is 7 weeks younger than Dak), and my husband and her husband bonded outside with Boogie and her friend. They are both teachers, like my husband, so they're all enjoying having the summer off.

They left, we had lunch, and then the kids took their naps ... at the same time ... with no fuss or bother about not wanting to sleep. Amazing. I took advantage of the time to put on my new bathing suit (it's a little more revealing than I've worn post-baby, but I'm just in my back yard), and soaked up the sun with a new book I'm reading, Honeymoon with my Brother. Pretty interesting so far.

I came back in after an hour and a half, and the kids are still asleep! So now I have time to write. Oops. I spoke to soon. I hear my little girl's soft voice quietly pleading to play Playhouse Disney on the computer. In the words of my husband ... I'm out!

Aaaaannnnddd, I'm back. We had a good day. We went to IKEA and Home Depot (the world's busiest stores on the weekend), beating the Friday evening/Saturday morning rush. Then we had a nice dinner at a family-friendly Italian place. The bad part was that I'm on this South Beach diet with Em, and I couldn't partake of the yummy looking breadsticks and pizza. Just a nice salad with dressing on the side for me.

So now my husband has gone out to meet an old friend from high school and I'm home alone., I've rented a movie that my husband has no desire to see: Be Cool. I know it got bad reviews, but I just can't miss anything with Vince Vaughn in it. How hot is he? So I'm waiting for Boogie to finally fall asleep so that I can watch it uninterrupted.

The only thing that would have made this day better would have been a nice cold beer, which I can't have because of this damn South Beach diet! What's better on a hot summer day than sipping an ice cold beer? What's better at a pizza joint than an ice cold beer? What's better watching movies late at night than a nice cold beer? I sound like an alcoholic. No, just thirsty and craving some carbs.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

I wanna go back ... cuz I'm feeling so much older

I recently discovered our local indie-rock station as I was scanning stations on my way home from work. It took me back to my college days: going to frat parties and listening to some local band do covers of Violent Femmes, the Cure, or the Smiths. The songs were either morbid and dreary and we'd all just kind of sway together to the music. Or it would be fast and furious, and we'd all be jumping up and down. It reminds of me of the oh-so-smug way we had of hating all things not "new wave" or alternative. Top 40? No way! Country? Are you kidding? Oldies? Yeah, when I'm 80.

What the old me (who was exactly half the age I am now) didn't know, was that I'd grow up to love it all. Now I have my indie-rock station and L.A.'s main rock station programmed, but I also have two country stations, the top-40 station, the "new wave" of music station that is somewhere between Top-40 and Rock, two classical stations, and two "listen-at-work" type stations, and an "old school" station.

But my most favorite of all is a new station called "Jack FM." Basically they play anything they want. No requests, no format, just whatever music comes to mind. And it's great. The other day at lunch, we were all rockin' out to Guns and Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle." That was followed by Billy Joel's "Movin' Out." Today, I heard Nine Inch Nails, followed by Cheap Trick's "Surrender" followed by that song "Wouldn't It Be Good" from the Pretty in Pink soundtrack, followed by "Pray" from MC Hammer. You never know what they'll play, and that's the genius of it.

Of course, I do have to change the channel every once in a while because I just can't stand a song they're playing. So I'll head over to the old standby and reminisce about the good old days when Depeche Mode was still alternative and when "Lips Like Sugar" and "Bizarre Love Triangle" ruled the college airwaves ...

... Actually, I don't wish to be back there at all ... a time when I drank too much, obsessed about unrequited love and stressed about not fitting in. Now I have a comfortable life with two amazing kids and a super-smart husband who doesn't even realize how great he is. I could't ask for more than that. ... now let me crank up that Big Country.