body talk

back to the body. seems to be where i can pull most of you out of your silence. it may be a bit similar to some others, but in light of my booming bustline and burgeoning bottom, i'm finding myself confused about what to do with all these curves. i often catch myself in the mirror and think, 'man i could really use some apple bottom jeans!'



so without further ado... i ask you--



would you rather have a perfect body (excluding your face)



or



a strikingly beautiful face?





this is definitely a tough one for me. in all honesty i've never been a girl who's super pre-occupied with her body, so i'm kind of leaning toward the beautiful face. i know you guys are gonna try and get crazy with 'what if's'... but just take it at first glance. perfect body doesn't necessarily mean ugly face, and beautiful face doesn't mean hatin it body... its just your basic either or.

so lemme know where you at!

as promised...

so i'm finally getting around to getting my stellar home videos off the flip and onto my computer. lucky for you, the action begins...

for starters, here is a video of just some of the fun we had up at b's parents houseboat. now as i mentioned lily went tubing with the 'teenagers.' just so we are clear my 'world's most cautious daughter' willingly went on an inner tube with 2 teenage girls-- not me or b. who knew introducing her to taylor swift and hannah montana would have such a positive impact. lily is all about 'teenagers'- even if they are not famous as in this case. the video is me filming from the boat and the zoom on the flip isn't exactly capturing the extremeness of the situation... but lemme tell you i was kinda stressed out... lily however wasn't. she was loving it.

this next little video involves one of my new favorite activities... lily hula dancing. i'm suspicious that lily is just as into picking out her outfit (bikini top and skirt- different each week) for hula as she is the actual dancing... in any event, i'm pretty convinced that there are very few cuter things in life than little girls dancing and little boys in striped pajamas... here's a little of both--

lily at her second hula class

in honor of san luis obispo's annual gay pride festival coming this weekend, i ask you...

if you were a lesbian, would you rather have

Portia deRossi














or


Lindsay Lohan as your girlfriend?














i know for some of you it isn't easy to get your gay on, but for me this one's a no brainer. and don't try and tell me lindsay's on the fence... once you go dj you never go back! i've mulled over this one with many a friends, and for me, i'm all about the lohan baby.

if you can muster up the courage, i'd love to know where you at... and of course why?

would ya...

thanks to my husbands extreme misfortune, i am inspired to present you with this very uncomfortable would you rather.

so....


would you rather get stung by a bee on your uvula






or


get a mild case of poison oak in your armpits?










in case you were wondering, yes, b got stung by a bee on his uvula. not to be confused with another word that can be formed from uvula. he was on his usual lunch time run when all of the sudden in flew a bee and right down his throat. on his way down, he was gracious enough to deposit his stinger in b's uvula. fortunately b is not allergic to bees. so after some moderate swelling, 6 vodka tonics, tweezers and a mirror he was good as gold. stinger gone, bee dead...
as for the poison oak. i am very allergic and have been fortunate enough to have it all over my body and face several times in my life. one of which included an in the armpit experience. it was summer. it was ugly, to say the least.
so where you at... assuming you are not allergic to bees and do contract poison oak, what can you handle?

thoughts on these things

when i saw this video on a friend's blog, i was tempted to skip it. i don't typically watch videos unless they are of my friends embarrassing themselves. but i took a chance on this 4 minutes and i was moved to tears. in the past i might've watched that and identified with some of those cardboard cutouts. but tonight all i could see in their eyes was my own kids and the kids of my friends. i saw lily, i saw oz, i even saw tali. i looked closer and i saw jadon and simeon, zaiah, zeke, and eli. i saw the neighbor girl, and kids from lily's preschool.
i'd never wish any of those afflictions on anyone, but recognize that they are more common than not. and despite my pleading with god, my deep desire to see my kids prosper and thrive, and just be happy, i know that they are not exempt. i know that a popsicle, a hug from me, or a kiss from daddo will not always fix the pain they will experience. i know cuz i myself have felt that pain and each and everyone of my friends has in one way or another.
i know that my kids will grow up and make choices that will potentially impact them or alter them forever. if i dwell on it, its easy to get overwhelmed by fear. i've known no greater hurt or ache than to see my kids in pain. i haven't got an answer, but i can tell you this. i'm so thankful to see the hope and the light i saw in those kids eyes. to know that i'm not alone in laboring, and interceding, and pleading for my children. to know that i know, and love a god that does that too. to know that the kids in that video know that god and have been forever changed by him. and though we aren't exempt from further pain or tragedy, we have a hope. an undying, unchanging, un-yielding hope.
and for that, tonight, i am eternally thankful.

summa summa summatime

i miss you guys. i really do. but i just can't seem to muster up the strength to compose a blogging masterpiece. every time i get a free minute, i'm forcibly drawn to my latest mister... the fountainhead. quite possibly in my top 5 works of fiction, but i can't say for sure cuz i haven't finished it yet... its like 700 pages, so it could be awhile. anyhow between the book, those kids of mine, and being just plain old pregnant and tired, my blog suffers.

so let me take this moment to update you on our recent happenings.

i've spent the last 11 of 14 days in a pool. my hope (which are always crushed when it comes to swim lessons) was to have both the kids in the tiny tot class and me spend that time getting my bronze on. however my kids had another idea. i spent the first week in lily's class, while my mom braved mommy and me with oz. after being firmly asked to leave lily's class, i gave my mom the second week off and spent that time with oz. it actually went remarkably well. though oz remained pretty tense after going under water several times the first week, he came back alive when he got to walk around the shallow end. lily seemed to have the most growth. she was in her class by herself the whole second week, and due to the small class size she often had one-on-one instruction with one of the girl instructors. it was a strange feeling, but i almost felt like my kids were normal for once.


enough about them right, lets get back to me. for those of you who didn't make it to the karaoke, let me begin by telling you you really missed out. turning 30 almost felt okay that night as i listened to the sweet crooning of my dear friends. my lovely husband brandon threw the most amazing party for me, and with the help of my in laws he pulled it off with a bang. he cooked all the food, finagled tables and chairs, decorated, and cleaned up. it was such a labor of love and love is what i felt the whole night. so thanks y'all for coming and showin the love. look forward to some amazing video of some most embarrassing karaoke selections... here are some pics to hold you over in the mean time.








turning 30 didn't just stop with the party, it just got it started. yesterday me, lealah and jess loaded up into erin's car and trekked down to bacara. we spent the day in espresso mud baths and bronzing poolside with ellen and portia. maybe not totally accurate, but it was a day of decadence to say the least.

what's next you ask? well, we leave thursday for b's parents houseboat to celebrate the 4th. though i won't be partaking in any adult beverages, i am planning on keeping my base tan strong whilst i dig deeper into ayn rand's masterpiece. after we come back from that, we kind of around town for a few weeks, before heading up to plaskett for some more camping at the end of july. we get back and are graced by a visit from my brother. heck, then its august where b is in the throws of planning a surf trip to rio nexpa. one last barrel before the reality of baby number 3 floors us. lils and i start up mommy and me horseback riding, and i reckon we'll hit up another session of swim just to keep the kids and myself tan safe.

other than that we've been trying to fill the june gloom days with our own sunshine. much of that has come from lily and oz getting into their alter egos: pj barbie and ken. lily is quite the driver in the ol barbie jeep graciously lent to us by the atkinsons. i came home friday to b giving oz a new do. i must say, he's as cute as ever as he rocks his new haircut... but man does he look like b. here are some more pics to satisfy your curiosity.

for fame or money...

alright... in light of our recent economic crisis, i bet we could all use a little spending money. how does 7 million sound?
or are you in another camp? as the funds dry out do you find yourself taking pleasure in the simpler things like family, friends, kids etc?

with that said, i ask you....

would you rather singlehandedly save a child a from a burning building


or


win a healthy 7 million in the california lotto?


there's a lot to consider... that kind a money could solve a lotta yo problems, but the chance to save someones life is something you take pride in to yo grave. not to mention you'd prolly get to be on ellen. in the words of my late homey 2 pac shakur--- mo money, mo problems. its up to you peeps... where you at????