10 May 2013 Leave a Comment
She’s been getting a lot of flack lately. First her lifestyle website, GOOP, listed her top spring must haves. A list that totaled up to well over $100,000. Then she was named People magazine’s most beautiful woman. This past week she showed up wearing a see-through side-paneled dress that showed all of her assets.
In the past she’s even been quoted saying things like,” I can’t pretend I make $25,000 a year because I don’t”.
She works out for 4 hours a day dancing around to Tracey Anderson – and now they’ve opened torture excercise schools all over the world. So we can all have tight, toned, dancer’s bodies. Ummm. Sure.
She named her kids Apple and Moses.
I get why she has haters.
But I have a soft spot for her.
I love all her horrible movies. I love all her great movies. Sliding Doors, Se7en, Shakespeare In Love, Sylvia – loved them all.
I loved her on Oprah talking about her perfect macrobiotic life and “mysterious” marriage to Chris Martin.
She’s absolutely ridiculous and out of touch. I know we could be besties. I really do.
There’s a ton of people who deserve haters; Kim Jong-un, Kim Kardashian, Mark Sanford – you get the point.
But why do people hate GP so much (that’s what dedicated readers to GOOP call her, fyi)? Speaking of GOOP, her website, they’ve added a new feature. Every month they highlight a different, esoteric, completely-out-of-touch-with-the-majority-of-the-world company. This month it’s Foundwell. If your only worry is how to stock a vintage bar – and money is no object – it’s for you. And although money is a huge, massive object for me, it’s for me too. Because that kind of flight of fancy doesn’t bother me. It makes me insanely curious. I dream about the people who really do go on the site and see the $950 sterling silver shot cup and say, “finally, I’ve found it”.
So give her a break will ya. She ain’t so bad. She can’t help her rich, untouchable life. She was just born that way.
24 Jan 2013 2 Comments
I asked my boy last night what I should write about on my blog
since I’ve promised to not slack off so much.
He said,”you should always write about Lexi.”
Then he spent the next 10 minutes going through all her amazing qualities:
She’s beautiful. She’s clean. She’s purrrrry. She’s his. Blah Blah Blah.
I asked him to go take a picture of his perfect cat.
And he did. And the picture is perfect too.
Now I’m annoyed.
And jealous. I think/know/am sure that he may love her more than me.
Look at her smug face. She knows it too.
And she’s accomplished something I thought could never happen.
I’ve written a cat post.
21 Jan 2013 6 Comments
that I’ll start writing this blog again one day!! What’s happened? Where is WMEP? Saving the world? Moving mountains? Not really. Just working and mothering and wife’ing. Time is on hyberdrive and I cannot keep up – are you all shaking your head in unison or shaking your head in revolt? Don’t tell me. Just hang in there. All 2 of you. The posts will be back soon. Really.
01 Jan 2013 2 Comments
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It’s been a year hasn’t it? I won’t go into a list of resolutions (because I don’t have any) or tell you about the happy, tragic, ridiculous things that have happened in the world this year. You can google those. But personally, for me and my fam, this year has been full of change. We leapt into high school, turned 40, let a teenager join Facebook, agreed to let a 9 year play football, saw the Eiffel tower, mended some broken fences (literally and figuratively), discovered gel manicures, skipped Fall Ball and did not feel guilty about it, and oh yeah – started a blog.
I needed a hobby, something besides eating. Last year, around this time, I started thinking about WMEP. In all honesty, I started the blog to write about event planning. After all, it’s what I do, it’s what I love. But then I began thinking about blog titles – and defining myself as just a planner didn’t fit. Something was off. I read a few blogs on how to start blogs. Then, like the true spaz that I am, I read blogs on how to blog successfully. What kind of blog did I want to be? Funny? Informative? Personal? Lots of pressure. I didn’t tell anyone about it at first, but eventually I owned up to my husband. I told him that in order to make it interesting – I may have to put some personal family stuff out into the universe. With photos. Because I’m convinced people need a visual. Or is that just me? He told me to go for it (with a few caveats). And so I did. It took me a few months to get my act together, to get back to writing, to do something that was literally just for me. And I loved it. I love it.
In the beginning I wrote every day – or tried to. It’s been harder the last few months, work and stress and life seem to be taking up all my time. But it’s the start of a new year, I’ve been writing since last April. 178 posts. Over 16,000 views. Almost a 1,000 comments. I’m hooked!
So maybe I will make a resolution for 2013. I resolve to blog every day. Or at least every other day. Every week at the latest.
I resolve to write something in 2013 at some time.
See how tough I am?
We toasted the New Year in last night with shrimp and champagne. Hope you were toasted too.
20 Nov 2012 1 Comment
I say this in my house once or 12 times a week. You don’t like dinner? You’ll be fine. Lunch isn’t up your ally? No worries, stick around for a few hours and another meal will appear. Why? Because we live in the first world, because food is over abundant and available 24/7 to us, and mostly because we’re lucky as shit – if you don’t like your food, get over it.
This past week there was a lot of buzz around a New York Times food review that tore apart a TV Chef owned restaurant in NYC. The entire article was written in questions. At first, I loved the article. I laughed. I thought it was clever and sarcastic and biting. And then I reread it a few days ago because it’s been on my mind. I was wrong. I don’t like the article at all. I know it’s a review, I get that. And I’m all for honesty in journalism. But this wasn’t that. This was written by a man-boy who basically had a hissy fit because he didn’t like the food. He scorched the concept, the people, the food, the location – everything. It was an all out teenage tantrum wrapped in sardonic writing, and he seemed very happy with himself.
I’m not sure why this is bothering me and I’ve never been to the place that was reviewed. I believe it wasn’t/isn’t great. And I’m sure there were truths to what the writer said in the article. But please, calm down dude, it’s not your last meal.
Here’s the article I’m talking about.
13 Nov 2012 12 Comments
There are literally thousands of blogs out there. Maybe millions. Topics include politics, religion, love, family, you name it and there’s a blog about it.
Bloggers write for many different reasons. Some write to vent or complain. Others write to educate or entertain. Still others write as a form of connection to the world. When people ask me (all 5 of you) why I write, I never have a clean answer. I dunno. Maybe I feel the need to over communicate. Maybe I’m a frustrated English grad. Or maybe I just needed a hobby, and I’m certainly not jogging. Those same people then tell me how they could never write a blog, what would they write about? Why would anyone care? They probably won’t. But who cares!
Here’s why I blog.
This is what I saw when I stopped at a light yesterday. What do I do with this picture? I blog it.
05 Sep 2012 5 Comments
One of my blogger buddies tagged me to play. Thank ya http://www.coffeepoweredmom.wordpress.com!
The rules for playing blog tag are….
- You must post the rules (done)
- Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post (done)
- Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged (or use the existing ones) (uh oh…..)
- Tag (eleven) people with a link to your post (double uh oh)
- Let them know they’ve been tagged (as with a game of regular tag…the fun stops with me- sorry! )
I’m a loser. Sorry. If there’s a game of sit-down-quietly-and-craft-with-hot-cocoa, I’m your gal.
Ok – here are the questions I answered. My answers are in red (not because I’m angry, jaded or bitter – just because I had some fun with font colors)
- I’m not big on having regrets. What was your biggest regret and why do you think that it helped you to get where you are today? After all, if you had changed it, something else about you would have changed. I regret not learning how to walk in those crazy stripper high heels. I think about it often. I’m not sure how it would have helped me today – better calve muscles?
- Where is your favourite place to be? In my bed, at home.
- How much money do you spend on groceries every month? Would you be horrified to know that I don’t keep track and I haven’t a clue?
- Is there an errand that you hate running with a particular vengeance? Going to the gas station. I like to play chicken with my tank. Side bonus – drives my husband bonkers.
- Have you ever had surgery? And for what? Nope. Never did anything remotely close to the things you’d have to do to get bones broken.
- What day is garbage day? Tuesday and Monday.
- Are your parents married? Divorced? Married to other people? Married.
- Fill in the blanks. I think people are ____Hysterical_______ when they __make angry scenes at airports_________.
- Do you have a recurring dream? About what? Someone trying to get into the house – just got goosebumps…..
- Have you started your Christmas (or other winter holiday) shopping? No – but I did start feeling guilty about it. Does that count?
- Do you have a particular trait, characteristic, etc. that you do NOT want to pass on to your kids? I hope they are braver than me.