Thursday, January 31, 2013

Happy birthday, Grammi!

Grammi is celebrating her birthday in style this year from the beaches of St. Lucia. I know, so jeally.

However, when we called her this morning, Alex said (without prompting), "Grams, you're on the beach relaxing and eating grapes." He gets it. This kid really gets it.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Make mine a triple.

So I've had what can only be described as the world's loudest Superbowl Halftime show/Monster Truck Jam/any Russel Crowe movie that involves lots of fighting/swords and very little hygiene stomping through my skull since....oh, Thursday.

It is the living worst.

And I REFUSE to be a person who gets migraines. I simply refuse. I've tried everything from chiropractic to inexplicable doses of caffeine to sinus meds to massage and nothing makes the pulsating in my eyeballs go away. In what can only be described as my greatest move of desperation, I also went to the hippie dark side and had Joe rub lemongrass oil on me. The result? I smelled like Pledge and still had a headache. So that was helpful.

I'm giving my beloved chiropractor two more days, and then I'm seeing a "real" doctor. I'm sure she'll only want to medicate me and not actually find the source of the problem, which is very uncool. But I will not say no to some Valium, let's be clear on that.

And because you read the above and wasted 3-5 minutes of your life depending on your reading level, here's what you really come here for:

And also, this:

I get the message, mall marketing people. I really do. But if you're specifically catering to young people, you can't use double entendres. You just can't.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Entertainment in your own back yard.

Like any 3 year old boy, Alex loves pretty much anything on wheels. And bigger is better with this boy, for sure.

On Sunday, his imagination was running wild about trains. Everything was a train. He wanted to watch train movies and play train games. And then he asked to see a train. A REAL train.

Joe came up with the brilliant idea to see when the Amtrak stopped in Royal Oak, a neighboring city. The coolest thing about the Royal Oak "station" is that it's not really a station at all. It's a sidewalk with a bench, and you just walk up and walk on. As a result, bystanders can get up close and personal to the trains.

He checked online and there was a stop at 6 p.m., so we bundled up and headed out. Sure enough, at 6 p.m. on the dot, the train stopped at the station. We stood on the sidewalk waving and the conductor actually opened the window and waved to Alex--talk about special! My smart little guy even knew it was a bullet train. Thank you, Choo Choo Soul. I kind of feel bad about secretly hating you. Only kind of, though.

It was a fun family memory at my favorite price - free!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Father/daughter bonding.

In a rather unconventional twist, Dad and I had a little date last weekend. We didn't go to a Daddy/daughter dance. We didn't go to shoot pool, or even shopping.

We shot guns.

First, let me say that this was MY idea. It was part of his Father's Day gift, it just took us forever to actually go do it. Partially because we are busy people, and partially because I was legitimately scared shitless. I hate guns. I'd never held one, shot one, or even HEARD one shot in real life from "up close." And for the record? It's nothing like the movies.

We got the world's fastest lesson and safety update from the folks at the range. It's the largest (and safest) in Michigan, so I figured we'd get more than "Here's how to load it. Don't aim it at people. Wear these goggles and ear protection. And have a nice day." But legitimately, that's what we got.

Terrified, we headed into lane 2 and got our inner badasses on. We were totally out of our element and surrounded by people who clearly knew we didn't belong. But this was a lesson on empowerment and bravery, and I wanted to conquer my fears. So, like any good actress slash drama queen, I pretended like I owned the place.

However, I'm not exaggerating when I say that it took me probably 45 seconds holding the 9mm handgun in the air, pointed at the fake robber target just 25 feet away, finger trembling on the trigger, to actually fire the thing.

But then I did.

And you know what? It wasn't scary. It was actually very....impressive. To know your own strength, and the power of something so small, but so capable of changing the world in an instant, is something very powerful.

I'm still not a fan of guns. But I am a fan of my own power and willingness to embrace a fear and learn something new.

Oh, and bonding with the ol' man was a definite perk.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Hippo birdie two ewe.

Happy birthday to the love of my life--the best hubby and friend in my world. Alex thinks so, too.

There are perks to working with your hubby, too...

Happy birthday, my love!

Monday, January 14, 2013


Although you never, ever need an excuse to have a kickass party, sometimes it's nice to have one. Take, for instance, the #VW3040--otherwise known as the most epic event of 2013.

On Saturday we gathered 40 of our dearest friends and family and had the BEST time celebrating our entrance into two very distinguished decades. There were drinks, foods, prizes, shenanigans and best of all...a dollar store "photo booth."

I think we'll do this again for the #VW4050 (OMG it lierally hurt me to type that) but I think we'll be in Mexico. On the beach. Wearing a sombrero. Drinking tequila. The sombrero and tequila will carry over from the #VW3040.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Because, sometimes...

You just have to rock sequins at the office like it's 1994.

In unrelated news, webcams are the worst and coffee is the best.

Monday, January 7, 2013


T minus 5 days until the most epic event of 2013: The VW 30/40 bash.

Essentially, the gathering of our friends and family to celebrate the glorious entry into two significant decades, and I won't say which is which.

We'll be wearing these:

And hanging out in this VIP lounge, complete with a bar and big screen TVs:

There will be games, prizes, shenanigans, a photo booth and even an extra special guest all the way from Farmington, Connecticut!

It's even a thing on Twitter. Follow #VW3040 on Saturday to join the fun.