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“Keep the Party Moving”

27 Aug

I feel a little guilty…like we met, I got your number, and I never called. But here’s the thing. I was nervous! And it was totally not you, it was ME. Promise.

Wanna’ know what this is all about? Well now I can finally tell you (and maybe you’ll understand what this post was about…) A show that I filmed back in February called “Keep the Party Moving” just aired tonight on Style Network. It’s a reality TV pilot that follows 4 friends as they compete against one another to throw the best course in a progressive dinner party.

Whaaaaaaa? I know. See, up until now I wasn’t sure I was proud of how it all turned out. I did my best, put my heart into it, and felt more than a little disenfranchised when all was said and done. But you know what, I’m okay. Not great, but okay. Mainly because they called me a “Chicken -Loving, Tattooed Martha Stewart”, to which I say HELL YES PLEASE! That’s about everything I’ve ever hoped to be in this lifetime.

I could launch into a whole monologue about how I felt going into it (freaking awesome), how I felt during (freaking exhausted), and how I felt afterward (freaking floored), but I won’t. Instead, I’m going to tell you that you should watch it for yourself on Style Network this week. It’s airing tonight, tomorrow, three times the next day, twice on Friday…you get the idea. This show is the pilot for a new series, so apparently they’re testing the waters or something. I dunno. TV speak.

Anyway, the point is I was drained and paralyzed by the whole thing. Sadly, it sucked out all of my creative energy, and I had none left for blogging. I did, however, plant a new garden (thanks hubby!) and harvest about a hundred tomatoes since I last posted. So all in all I’m doing great.

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Conclusion: I’m back. I just needed to see how this all would flesh out – and you know, I’ve decided it’s going to be okay.

So if you do end up watching the show, give me a shout out and let me know if you agree that my food kicked A$$. Aw shoot, who am I kidding, you know I’m posting those recipes for y’all anyway, baby!

xoxo, huge hugs & smooches,

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Top 10: Nuggets of Spring Break wisdom

3 Apr

Helloooo party people! Pardon my week long absence, but I’ve been away on Spring Break doing nothing but research for you lucky hooligans. I know you’re all wild ones in desperate need of my guidance since the very things we love about this random pre-summer week off are the same things that can give us a wicked hangover the “flu” for days afterward. Heed my advice and you’ll surely strike that magical balance between rest and relaxation. Let’s begin!

1) Pooping. I don’t know about you, but when I’m away from home I just don’t. And when mama’s teeny bikini fails to disguise the bloat then it’s fast track to cranky town which is no fun for anyone. My advice? Bring pooping pills. Or take a lot of shots. I did both and neither worked, but it was sure fun trying!

2) The sun. Because the whole purpose of spring break is to make your friends jealous of your preemptive summer tan, one might be inclined to just forgo the sunscreen and soak up the skin damage. But unless you’re Cherokee like me then you’re bound to end up with heat rash and a wicked forehead burn, like my husband. If you’re any brand of white I recommend slathering on the SPF 60 and handing the coconut oil over to us experts. Your skin cancer will thank you.

3) Alcohol. Do I need to explain this one? Certainly the best part of spring break (aside from family time and sightseeing, duh) is the daytime drinking. And the evening drinking. And the late night drinking while gambling at the kitchen table. And now that I’m three sentences in I can’t remember why the hell I slipped this one into my “cautionary” list because, damn, yo, those Jack and Cokes did the trick! Hmmm. I’ll do some more field research and get back to y’all on this one. Continue reading

Top 10: (last minute) Valentine’s Day gifts

14 Feb

Ladies, we can be forgetful spontaneous too, am I right? Here are some jazzy ideas for those of you who need a gift that’s a game changer, and also the kind you can get your hands on within the next five minutes. Boyfriend on his way over? Husband in the next room with a blindfold on? It’s like I’m talking only to you right now. Here are 10 winners.

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1) E-mail a naked photo. This one’s great and super versatile. Snap a boobie pic with your phone in the grocery store bathroom or from the webcam in your cubicle. Be sure to send it to his work e-mail with a cryptic subject line like, “Skunks in the barnyard”, or “Grab the defibrillator”. HR will never suspect a thing with a quirky cover-up like that.

2) Get it written in ink. Nothing says true love like your new boyfriend’s name across your chest. No time to dash out to the tattoo shop? Go with Sharpie and an IOU. He’ll appreciate the opportunity to accompany you this weekend and most likely be grateful for the chance to reciprocate with your initials on his ring finger. Most guys are sentimental like that. Continue reading

Buh-bye school year

18 Jun

Eeeeeekkk!!! Welcome summer. I love you. I’ve missed you. You’re always so good to me. Was this school year especially wild, or is that me getting old? Or my kids getting old? Not sure. But here’s what I am sure of.

1. Summer is here. And that makes me happy, if not a bit scattered and hyper. My overuse of punctuation must give me away.

2. It’s Monday, but since it’s the first Monday of summer vacation it doesn’t really feel like Monday at all. I like that.

3. Yesterday was Sunday, and Father’s Day. A doubly good day. Here is what the boys and I made for papa:

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Fresh ink!

9 May

Oh happy rebellion, I dunnit again! And call me a masochist, but I love tattooing and all the blood, swelling, and crusty (eew) skin that comes with it. Perhaps the best way to explain is to re-use a quote from the blog I posted a year and a half ago when I got my feather tattoo:

…for me the drive toward self expression is constant (if not incessant). And after self-expressing two children into this world, my need for expression of the rebellious type has increased.

Enter tattooing. The safest and least disruptive way to rebel every – single – day (that little squeak was my heart seizing up with happiness).

See, as a wife and mother and SUV driving gypsy I feel the need to break out every once in a while. Okay, kinda’ all the time. Lucky for me I’ve found a way that’s safe, deeply personal, and *bonus* totally permanent. For those who would judge, trust me, I’m not who I seem to be on the surface. And if you still choose that path, then I challenge you to a spelling bee. For real, this girl knows Latin. Breaking stereotypes left and right I tell ya’… Continue reading