Hopefully moose will not be on the menu

Okay, it’s for charity, but if you have the dough, you could win an auction for a private dinner with Sarah Palin.

Or, for a little less, and it’s also for charity, you could bid on a private dinner with this guy.

Other than that, I am sorry I have been failing you lately as a blogger. It was a busy summer with the kids. Hopefully I will tell you all about it later.  For now, we are all still adjusting to the new school year. Thanks for stopping by!


American Idiot

Seriously, I don’t care, but check out this cover:

 

Adam Lambert Rolling Stone

 

What are they trying to say with this pose? Hey World, check out what a poser I am? Oooh, he’s so wild. He’s lying on pillows, his shirt’s open (as are his legs) and it all looks so consciously styled and calculatingly arranged. (Oh, and have you heard – imagine I am whispering here as if it’s shocking – psst, he’s gay.)

I don’t know why, but this cover really annoys me, from the rhinestone butterfly at his crotch to the stupid black puffy shirt. And that belt — don’t get me started on that silly belt, except to tell you that if I see cheap copies of that freaking thing on sale next time I’m in Claire’s Boutique, I will burn that place to the ground.

 I mean seriously. Why the snake? Why?

 

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.


Mamma Mia!

Okay, I admit that I haven’t seen Mamma Mia. I’m not really a fan of ABBA, and when I say that, I am being kind. To me, having to sit through 90 or more minutes of ABBA or impending ABBA songs is one of the things that (again just my opinion) should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention.

It’s rated PG-13 right? So I was a bit confused when Clooney came home yesterday and said he had watched it at school. He’s in a classroom with 3-6-year-olds, and while a lot of the themes of the film may go over their heads because it’s all wrapped up in the singing and the dancing, well, I’m still kind of uncomfortable with that.

 

When I think of Farrah Fawcett, this is the picture my mind conjures.

When I think of Farrah Fawcett, this is the picture my mind conjures.

I don’t think of myself as a prude, but I do believe that some things should be private. As with many of my beliefs, this seems to be an anachronistic view in the twenty-first century. Like I don’t think anyone should be filming Farrah Fawcett while she’s dying in a hospital bed. How can you be that camera man? How can you film someone vomiting into a kidney dish? I didn’t watch it, but I did catch like three minutes of the rerun on some cable channel late at night. I had to watch for just a minute, just so I could stare in disbelief. What’s wrong with people? Who wants to watch that? I mean — god forbid it should happen to anyone, and their family should have to watch that happen to them in “real life.” You’ve got to live this sad vicariousness through Farrrah Fawcett?

But then I think, well, she had to say, “Okay go ahead and film this,” right? And I don’t know how to feel about that. I don’t know whether to find that incredibly courageous or tremendously sad.


Maybe I’m Not As Uncool As I Think

Check out Naomi Watts, walking recently in NYC with Liev Schreiber.

 

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Even My Three-Year-Old Knows Plastic When She Sees It

This morning The Princess wanted to watch a show ON DEMAND, so while I was cuing it up, in the upper right-hand corner of the screen Christina Aguilera was singing something.

The Princess said, “Look, it’s Barbie.”

 

Happy New Year, by the way.  Thanks for stopping by.  I will post again when the muse comes back from her winter holiday in St. Bart’s.

For myself, I have only one resolution this year, and it is kindness.


Two Days and Counting

The kids are in that heightened state of anticipation that is so beautiful and yet so annoying at the same time.  The house is full of noise and the pounding of their little feet on the floor boards.  Lots of giggling.  Lots of mess. There is so much to do in the next 48 hours.

Edison’s bumming at the moment because the other two are playing without him, even though he has no desire to play princesses. Snow White has lost her head. Ariel’s hair came off. All of them have already done like ten million things. They’ve done crafts, painted pictures, built a tower of blocks, all while leaving breakfasts to petrify in the morning air. It’s 9:20 a.m. They are whirling whirling constant motion. I’m on my second cup of coffee.
 
In my head, I hear the voice of my grandmother, who helped my father raise us. In Italian, she would sigh, “Pazienza.”

Patience.

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There are so many blessings though.  They do make me laugh.

Manfrengensen and I have had a great year.  We laugh.  It’s a good thing. Saturday we took the kids to a playground to try to get some of the energy out of them (which NEVER works, by the way.  Yesterday I took them to the moonbounce place, when we left, the only one worn out was me.)  and it was 30 degrees and windy.  We were all bundled up, and I had my faux-fur-rimmed hood bundled tightly around my face.  Manfrengensen told me I looked like Han Solo on Hoth.

I love that guy.

On a completely separate note:

Am I the only person who thinks it’s totally sick that Michelle Duggar has given birth to an 18th child and is considering a 19th?  I don’t know too much about them, haven’t really been paying attention, but it does seem like I keep tripping over the story whatever site I visit. Are these people like the ones who collect and horde live animals?  I mean, how is it much different than one of those houses where authorities find scores of cats and dogs?

I don’t mean to seem mean, but geez…

I got this kitten one time.  It was born to a mother that had had too many litters.  Stupidest cat I ever had.  Could never get it to crap anywhere but in the sink.  See what I am saying?  Nature doesn’t intend such things.  Just because you can do it, doesn’t make it a good idea. I don’t know.  That’s just my thought.  I’m not saying I’m right about anything, just that I don’t get it.

Perhaps she’s just a better woman than I.  For myself, I confess that three is hard enough.  You only have so much attention you can spread around, and there are only so many hours in a day.

That’s Entertainment?

Last night Manfrengensen and I sat down to watch a little boob tube, and what do you know, boob is what we got. The American Music Awards were on. We tuned in time to see Christina Aguilera performing a medley of her hits, and we couldn’t turn away because it was such a train wreck.  Put aside the lyrics, I can do that, but then what we’re basically looking at, when we watch Christina Aguilera on the American Music awards, is a bad lip syncer wearing Madonna’s old undergarments, prancing around with a lot of flash to disguise the lack of genuine talent. It’s not like the AMA’s weren’t aware that the lip syncing was bad.  The camera kept pulling back to the wide angles because Aguilera’s lip sycing was so obviously fake.  A few times, she even got the lyrics wrong.

I don’t mean to dis Christina Aguilera.  There’s certainly a place for lyrics like I’m a genie in a bottle, you gotta rub me the right way, but if she’s such a great performer, why does she have to lip-sync?  They’re lip-syncing, and then giving awards for it.  Am I going insane? Don’t you think that as audiences we should start to demand an end to the industry-wide practice of lip syncing?.  It’s a con and a crock. It’s what Milli Vanilli was vilified for.  And rightfully so. It isn’t in any way genuine or real.

This wasn’t even an isolated incident.  There are fans out there who pay three figures for tickets to shows where the artist lip syncs!  That’s highway robbery in my book.  It’s a common and disturbing practice.  I really think that as fans, you – we deserve more.

There are thousands of bands out there who are actually writing and performing their own music, and these people can’t get any kind of recognition from the industry because they’re too honest.  They’re too genuine.  They should be the ones who get support, not these American Idol-type hacks. They’re not prancing in underwear singing into what might as well be a hairbrush because it’s really just a pre-recording that who-knows-who really sang.  Face it, for all you know, Christina Aguilera’s voice could actually come from some fat lady with acne and facial hair, but what you see is Christina shaking her pert and ample ta-tas, singing along to the recording.  That’s music?  No.  That’s crazy.

Hell, I can lip sync.  I wouldn’t do it in my underwear in front of an audience, but if that’s all it takes to make millions of dollars and be called an “artist” then frankly, there’s something wrong with the system.

Demand more, people.

 

 

p.s. — Here’s another crazy thing.  In researching those lyrics, I found out that Aguilera also has a Disney version of “Genie in a Bottle,” which I guess changes some of the lyrics.  But the “you gotta rub me the right way” isn’t one of the lines that’s changed.


Sarah Palin Thinks the VP Is “In Charge of the Senate.”

 

Yeah, those third graders can really come up with those “gotcha” questions.

Please don’t vote for anyone who is this clueless about how our government works.


Confused

So, wait a second…I read in the NYTimes today that Sarah Palin’s water supposedly broke while she was in Dallas.  And then she flew home to Anchorage, where she gave birth to her fifth child?

That is bar-none the craziest thing I have ever heard.  Fifth child, she’s got time, or thinks she’s got time to fly to Anchorage?  How many hours is that flight?  And what was she doing flying that late in her pregnancy?  Most doctors won’t let you fly after your seventh month.  Plus, she’s 43 or 44 at the time of pregnancy, so she would have had plenty of ultrasounds, maybe even an amnio.  They would have known it was a Downs Syndrome baby well in advance of his birth.  So, given that she had a high-risk pregnancy, I doubt even further that she would have been able to fly at that point in the pregnancy.

But again — fifth child.  When I had my third, they didn’t know what would happen.  When you’ve had kids in the past, the wheels are greased.  There’s the possibility that the baby can shoot right out of there.  Given that her water had broken…why wouldn’t she have stayed in Dallas and had the baby?

Makes about as much sense as carting that kid all over the country and keeping him up all night.

I’m not saying the story’s not true, but you have to admit, that something about it doesn’t add up.

By the way, the kid’s name is short for Trigger.  They named their kid Trigger Von Bill Paxton Palin.  Bill Paxton?  Are you freaking kidding me?  The dude from Twister and Aliens?  You named your kid after him

Oh, and here are some family values for you:

 

 



Can’t Explain

What does it say about American media, when David Letterman has to be asking the tough questions? Gotta love Dave for saying what everyone’s thinking to McCain’s face.  McCain still gives his stock answers, but Dave still pushes him hard.  Make sure you note the song the band plays as McCain takes the stage.