Two-fer-One Wig

This is just one photo from Jenny’s 20th Anniversary of her 16th Birthday.  These boys showed up sporting some temporary mullets.  Oh so 80’s.  “Business up front, party in the back”….you know the saying.   But did you know that if you turn that mullet wig around you suddenly have Flock of Seagulls Hair?  I mean, like, how totally tubular is that?!?

James and Peter rockin the 80’s hair:

And here’s the real deal, Mr. Flock of Seagulls himself:

The Flock Frock resmeblence is just uncanny don’t you think?

More of Jenny’s party to come.. still recovering.




So, I would never claim to be a technology wizard.  Not. Even. Close.  But I try.  You have to in my house.  I’m married to a total Macman.  Ok… he is so Mac he craps apples you know what I’m saying? He is so Mac, his name is iMark.  Our kids names are Nano and MacMini.

I got carried away there, but seriously, it is hard to keep up with him.

In my non- PC way (and I mean Politically Correct, not the other PC, as if) I decided to refer to my lack of skillz as different forms of technical retardation.

For example:

Inability to navigate through my own blog….”blogtarded.”

Sending emails prematurely or to the wrong people…..”a total e-tard.”

Unable to get my avatar on friend’s blogs….”avatarded.”

Having my avatar suddenly errupt all over the place after a massive struggle…. “severely avatarded.”

Failed attempts to login, post, or ANYTHING on twitter…. “twittertarded.”

Unable to adapt from phone texting to blackberry texting to iPhone texting….Textarded.

And then there is the all encompassing “Techtard.”

But today I discovered that I had yet another…..technical deficiency.  I’m at work, and out of nowhere I find myself feeling really ridiculous and giggly.  Like a little buzz.  Let’s just say I was on my lunch break, yeah, that’s it, and I decide to text my friend Jenny on my iPhone.  She and I went dancing last Saturday with some friends, and during the course of the evening she and I each had a shot.  I will not name the shot so as not to wind up in a search for one of “those” sites.  (Buttershots and Irish Cream)

I’m joking with Jenny in my text that the shot was just now kicking in while I’m at work…hee hee. Hit send.  The response is “hee hee, who is this?”  Me, “WTF! Its’ me your VP (remind me to tell you about this VP thing)!  “Response… still hee hee, no really WHO is this?”  I think Jenny is just messing with me and I continue to text fake drunk talk to my friend who continues to….not….know…who…. I…AM!

I momentarily doubt myself…maybe this is not Jenny.  My iPhone says Jenny.  It MUST be Jenny.  She’s just messing with me.  Maybe she’s drunk…Monday…’round lunchtime.

Later after work I discover that my iPhone had somehow imported an ancient cell number of hers that was now in the possession of someone else who had become very curious about who I was.  Too curious. I deleted the old contact and hoped they would soon forget about my nondrunkentexting.

What does this make me?  You could say textarded, but it is bigger than that as it involves a failed address book import.  It speaks more to my ineptness with the actual iPhone.  Ahhhhh so I guess I am


(photo from, isn’t it just perfect?)

Guest Post!

So this is for all the muthas and some of yous othas.

My friend Michelle, she is sweet, pretty, true blue kind of friend that I totally do not get to spend enough time with.  But one day when my hubby makes it big, I’ll quit the rat race and hook up with my home girls again.

But… back to Michelle, talented, sassy, Italian Jersey girl that flails her arms in the air when she is talking about stuff that really irritates her. Gosh, I love that about her.  She is also a very tuned in mom that knows to treasure those precious moments when they happen.  Here’s one of those she shared with me tonight:

“Julia and I read one of my all time favorite books tonight “Zen Shorts”.
It makes a reference to Japan and she asked me to show her where it was on her map.
After we checked out the map, she continued with her bedtime routine.
I tucked her in, and said that I would come back to check on her when she was asleep.
I say this to her every night, and every night she says “Why do you check on me?”
To which the reply is “because I love you”.
Tonight this was not good enough. She then said “Why do you check on me because you love me?”
So I thought for a minute and then told her that I check to make sure she is tucked in and is having Happy Dreams.
So she said “Where is Happy on the map?”


May you all find Happy on your map.”

Her sweet girls walking down their street.

Hot and Not-Hot, but both definately silly

So.. another one of those things I picked up from my friend Jennyonthespot.  She did a post a while back on the crazy similarities of her hottness and various glamorous movie stars.  Good stuff.  So, following in her footsteps, or more like desperately chasing her to keep up with her coolness, I gave this movie star morphing thing a try:

Me to Kirsten Dunst

Me to well, well, you just have to see this one, rifriggindiculous!

So, it is fun and you can do it too, go to and upload your picture.  Be ridiculous today!