Monday Monday
What’s Jack up to? He’s being his usual wild self. I tested Jack to see if he’d be as good for me as he was for Nana when I was away. Can you believe he actually walked to the mailbox and back to the house with her without his leash? I would have not believed it myself if I didn’t see it with my own eyes when I got home. So I thought I’d try it. I did I little test run out back with the laundry first, just for a second. It was fine. In and out no problem. So I go and open the front door, ready to roll and Jack is off like a bolt of lightening proving that everything, all creatures big and small, do better for Nana. Oh Jack.This was an all baseball all the time weekend since the DS had a tournament in Connecticut. I’m not bringing up the fact that the season was supposed to be ov-ah a week ago. And it’s back out tonight and on the road since they are in the playoffs. Sigh. Now I truly understand the meaning of the term travel team.I’m so starting to look forward to September and days where Jack and I have a few hours alone and my writing time is set with no interruptions. How I miss that.What’s on tap for your week?Best,KwanaWhat’s All The Fuss About?
What’s Jack up to? It’s getting a bit late, but he’s feeling happy and frisky and wanting to play right now, so he’s bouncing from person to person in the house to try to get someone to play with him and his darn toy. Joy. Fun.
First off I want to say that fab Agent, Elaine answered some questions posted in the comments of this week’s Ask The Agent. So please check here and go to the comments section to see if your question was answered. Thanks Elaine!
I was checking out Marianne Mancusi’s blog and she had an interesting topic about these Gossip Girl ads.
First let me say I watch and like Gossip Girl and I’ve let my own DD read the books. Now to the ads… as a mother and as a writer I’m torn over them. Sure they’re provocative and will do the trick to get viewers to tune in to watch what I think is one hot show. But do the ads go to far? In my opinion they do. Ugh! I just gagged a bit over how old I sound.
I’d really be fine with them if they were portraying characters that were over eighteen, but the fact that they are portraying characters that are still in high school doesn’t sit right with me. Today sex is more casual then ever which just makes me sad. When I hear about freshmen girls having sex with their senior “boyfriends” of course I know what the senior boys are using the poor girls for and what the next year’s round of boys will use the same girls for and so on and so on and so on…
I know that sex always has and always will go on in high school but does it need to be even more highly promoted?I’ll admit when writing my YA’s to having some trouble with putting the mom aside. I was writing from the sixteen year old perspective, but I have to admit, although it pains me to do, I’m not sixteen anymore. Thank God.
ads courtesy of GawkerOh and did you hear that 90210 is coming back. I wonder how they will up the ante to compete with GG?
I could go on and on with this, but I won’t. I’d rather hear what you think of the ads.
Best,
KwanaRITA Bound
What’s Jack up to? Jack is chilling on his mat right now happy that it’s still cool out. He’s looking awfully cute. I give him five minutes before he decides to get into some mischief, maybe four.
The weekend was full of heat, dust, baseball, teens and heat and I’m glad it’s done. I’m exhausted. But now I’ve got one week before I’m on the way to San Francisco for the RWA National Conference! Let the freak out begin. My to-do list for the week is cra-zy! And that’s for the kid’s so that I can leave them at home with the dear grandmother. Forget about all I have to do for myself to prepare to go away for the week with the DH. Thank goodness for coffee and sugar. No cleanse for me!
In honor of Nationals, check out this great trash talking RITA promo video from the hilarious single title contemporary nominees. I hope to see plenty of you at the RITAs.
So what’s on your to-do list for the week? I’m off to pour some coffee and formulate a plan.
Best,
KwanaMore Changes
What’s Jack up to? He’s happy it’s the weekend and just chilling while sporting his cool new haircut. I’ll have him pose for some pics as soon as I can get him still.
I’m still thinking about my Changes post from a few days ago and would love to keep it going. If you’d like to read the original post please check it out here. The comments really got me thinking on life and how it evolves. So I’m posting the question again and for a little fun putting up some videos that were on and poppin’ in 1988 when they still showed video on MTV. These are all songs I loved at that time.
I still want to hear your answers to the the Changes question. Please join my little writing exercise. Here it is:
How similar is your life to how you imagined it ten or twenty years ago? Is it how you thought it would be or are you constantly asking yourself how did I get here? Do you mourn for the unfulfilled dreams? (Pioneer Woman said unrealized plans) or are you happy no matter what the circumstances? Oh Life!
Have a great weekend. I’ll be doing the baseball thang (how much can one woman drive?) and hanging with the DD while she tries to convince me that Lil Wayne is a real hottie and compare him somehow to my Prince. Honey Pla-ease!Best,
KwanaChanges
What’s Jack up to? Jack is up and raring for the day. Already ready for fun and play pulling out toys and hopping around. I have to take a drive to pick up the DD who has been away for a week. I think I’ll take Jack with me for a nice surprise. I hope he doesn’t drive me batty on the way.For quite a while now I have been a fan of the blog: Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. Her photography just takes my breath away and the way she describes life on the ranch with Marlboro Man, sigh. If you have not read her. Please check her out here. Recently she did a post that got over 1500 comments which is pretty normal for Pioneer Woman. The post was called Changes in Plans.
my own bit of photography from the recent fair on a rainy dayAs a writer and mother and woman of a certain age the question she asked really touched me as well as all the responses and got. They were so interesting so I thought I’d post the same question here.How similar is your life to how you imagined it ten or twenty years ago? Is it how you thought it would be or are you constantly asking yourself how did I get here? Do you mourn for the unfulfilled dreams? (Pioneer Woman said unrealized plans) or are you happy no matter what the circumstances?I’ll start. I would have never thought I’d be where I am today or doing what I’m doing today, although somewhere in the back of my mind I guess the dream of being a writer was always there. But really twenty years ago I’d imagined myself today still being a designer probably with my own label, living in the city, maybe with one small child, maybe on husband number 2 maybe not. LOL. But living a life filled with fashion, meetings, wine, coffee, travel and more fashion. Oh and I’d be way skinnier.But life sends you curves and mine came in the form of 2 eggs fertilized and suddenly that life didn’t feel as important. So other, older dreams came into focus. The writing dream and the new dream of how I could find a way to work and be there for my 2 eggs all the time. Sure, I still wanted the wine, coffee and the success but the travel no longer held the same appeal. So here I am happy in my changes, but like my current manuscript still very much a WIP.Okay, I’m on a mission. I really want to see some comments. This is a writing experiment so pass this on to all your friends and tell them inquiring minds want to know. Are they happy with life’s changes?Best,KwanaSummer Monday
What’s Jack up to? He’s gearing up for a week of fun in the sun, well knowing Jack he’ll be hiding out from it while he plans his newest delivery man attack. That sly Jack.I’ve got tons on my mind this Monday morning. Just because it’s summer it doesn’t mean the work slows down for Dear Mom. My to-do list for the week kind of makes me want to… to-don’t. But being the adult in the house, that is not an option. Rather than list things here I’d like to think of more pleasant things so I’m posting some progress pics of my garden. You can see the old pics here and I think you’ll agree there has been some major progress.
It’s slightly slow going in the tomato area and I could be tending things better than I am, but all in all I think it’s progressing nicely. Check out the collard greens.
Look squash blossoms.
Check out these string beans. Aren’t they pretty!?
What’s on tap for your week?Best,
KwanaShear Striaght
What’s Jack up to? He’s rocking out to Guitar Hero down in the basement as I’m typing this right now. Seems there’s no escaping it this summer since the DS in on some Guitar Hero quest. Sigh. Jack would like to go to sleep now and so would I.
On Shear Genus they have 1 hour to style the hair of women, some of whom have not cut it since maybe birth. And they are not allowed to cut any of it. Crazy. When judge Campbell used the word bridal on Charlie I thought he’d throw up in his mouth. Then he told Nicole she had six minutes and left could she take her style in another direction. As if?
Matthew was the winner of the challenge and he dedicated the win to his wife who he evidently styles hair with side by side. Everyone wanted to toast him, well suck up to him but Matt wanted none of it and had to be coaxed into the suckery.
Then for the elimination challenge it was red carpet hair and the stylists picked dresses before picking clients. Matthew took the opportunity to go on and on about how much he loves his wife again. We get it. You’re a male hair dresser, but you’re not gay. No need no say it again, Matthew. We’re not demanding video proof. It’s not that deep. If you say it a few more times I really won’t believe you.Matthew got to pick the order of who would choose their dresses and Nicole and Glenn were picked last. We see you didn’t suck up properly the night before
Matthew mentions his wife again and now I’m getting skeptical. And he just called Charlie a b$tch which makes me even more skeptical. I must read David Dust’s take on this.Daniel seems to have had too much coffee because he is way pumped up and nervous and making Rene nervous too. Eek.
The models have to walk out of a limo and down a red carpet in the daylight. Very unforgiving.Glenn, Charlie and Gail are the top 3. The winner was…Charlie! What tha-! Again?
The bottoms are Nicole, Matthew and Paulo. The loser is…Matthew. His final words? Something about how much he loves his wife and can’t want to get home to shag, maybe? Blah, blah, blah. Now I’m really not believing his story and I can’t stop laughing. I’d better watch out for that bolt of lightning that’s sure to strike me any moment. Poor on the DL Matt. Buh-Bye.
Best,
KwanaP.S.
The DS must have been reading my blog (see below) I’m deep into Highlander Bride at last night’s baseball game and what do I hear as he’s about to go up to bat in his Peter Brady hi-low voice but, “Mom, mom are you paying attention?” Sigh.Oh boy was I in trouble. But he had a great game. 3 base hits and they won I think 12 to 4 or something like that. It’s me ya know. I could be wrong about the score, but they did win.I’m no soccer mom
What’s Jack up to? I’ve decided Jack has way too many stuffed toys. Every time I turn around he’s underfoot with another toy for me to play fetch. Who has who trained here?
I’m trying to come to terms with my soccer mom, well baseball mom, status. My DS is on a travel baseball team this summer that has me constantly up and down the road. Ugh! Now it may not win me any prizes, but I really no soccer mom. Most times when I’m at the field my nose is usually buried in a romance book or I’ve got my lap top out and I’m hiding in my car. I just don’t quite fit in with the other Ubermoms that know all the kid’s names and the stats and have extra waters, Gatorade and ice packs at the ready. I never quite have it that together. Sue me.
Oh well. We all have our gifts I guess. To that end on the way to a game the other day I was feeling very 80’s and played this for the DS over and over while I sang at the top of my lungs. He laughed and tied to out sing me.
I think for today’s game we may rock this (thanks Megan):
I may not be a baseball mom but I know good music. That should get me some points. Right?
Best,
KwanaHell Week Part Deux is ov-ah!
What’s Jack up to? He’s happy it’s Saturday and officially Summer! Hooray. Not that that makes any difference for Jack. Everyday is Summer for him.Well, I can hardly believe it, but Hell Week Part Deux is over. Heck, hell School year is over. My Dear Twins, better yet the DH and I survived the first year of High School. It was not easy. There were some VERY tense moments there. More than I care to recall. But it’s done. Summer is here and the DD and I celebrated by getting our nails done. French tips with a sparkle silver accent for her. Yep, I caved.And for me? I got a pedi for myself and a pomegranate martini.
PEACE OUT!
Best,
Kwana
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Hell Week
What’s Jack up to? He’s being a Jackster. Barking like crazy whenever another dog prances by. No matter how sweet or silent that other dog is or how friendly the other dog’s owner is by smiling and waving kindly at us. So embarrassing, Jack.So, I’m in the midst of hell week with the Dear Twins. It’s finals week at the high school with tests scheduled all different hours. Some in the morning and some in the afternoon and the kids only have to come in for their tests or for different study sessions if they want so it’s mom On Call all the time.Besides that I’m in the middle of pure adolescent hell and my motto of “I’m not mature enough for this job” is really being proven. Every day new situations arise that just baffle my mind. I’m exhausted.
Note to self: must talk with hairdresser about these pesky grey hairs that have popped out this week. Ugh!Best,Kwana
