January 12th, 2011

Shark LOL, hay you guys! [iconzicons]

This show is so good I sent a drunken tweet to one of the actors.

AND I AM NOT ASHAMED. Okay, I'm totally ashamed, but it's too late to turn back now. Of course I'm talking about SouthLAnd. Some spoilery discussion under the cut. Collapse )

ION, I would very much like to run away and live in this wooden ball that has a steampunk feel to it. Here is what the inside looks like. (I'd redecorate, personally.)

Leave it to the Pioneer Woman's tasty kitchen blog to turn up something I spend too much money on and will spend money no longer! Liquid concentrated Chai, OKAY YES PLEASE.

Lastly, I am getting really excited for a couple of trips on my horizon. First up is my get away with the Mr. to celebrate out 10th anniversary. Wine country! (Alexander Valley, to be specific. I'm a fan. They're the less pretentious Napa.) That's in March. Then in April is my epic road trip with dovil across the southwest where we'll leave all of the grandeur of the desert to languish in Vegas until we feel our souls are too dirty to clean. All of the big stopping points along the way, Santa Fe,, Gallup (Route 66, basically) and then the Painted Desert, The Grand Canyon (where we're staying a few yards from the edge of the South Rim) up to Vermilion Cliffs, plyg country (lol), Zion Nat'l Park (staying right at the base of Angel's Landing, score!) and then on into Vegas. I really really really need a vacation from being a mom for a bit, so I'm looking forward to it.

I'm in the throes of testosterone-fuelled growing spurts, which translates into hair trigger of upset. The Boy has grown half a foot since Thanksgiving. That's not hyperbole, he's literally shot up 6 inches. He quit growing just before New Years, and now seems to be hitting yet another spurt as I can't keep him fed, and he's having two lunches, a snack, two dinners, and a bed time snack. This is what I get for getting impregnated by a giant. #2 seems to have stopped at 5'9", but I think she might make it to 6'. She's 13, btw. And she's built like a 22 year old. She also has no idea how to seal the deal with boys, so I am able to get some sleep at night. Gah.

Children. They're not for the faint-hearted.

Alrighty, I have to workout so I don't feel like a slug.

[ETA for music sharing] Three songs helping me move my butt this morning:

Bass Down Low (original)
Bass Down Low (Proper Villains Remix) I love this
Genius of Love Tom Tom Club remixed by Pinker Tones)

Bop around the house if you can't get outside. (These were all dl'd by promo blogs, so I'm assuming they're meant to be shared, Mr/s. FBI wo/man.)