Star Wars vs. Eiffel

I'm looking for some feedback people...Here is my question.  My boys have asked Santa for Star Wars Legos- MORE Star Wars Legos, because we have a plenty!  Would they be mortified, scarred, and emotionally wronged, if Santa brought them the Lego Eiffel Tower instead?   I'm thinking worldy instead of out of this world, and since my fine custom,bookcases have now become the Star Wars landing zone...Well, I much rather look at the Eiffel Tower.  Please don't get me wrong, I  heart Star Wars, but they asked Santa for the expensive sets, thinking they are doing me a favor.  It is hard to spend over $100 bucks ... really hard to spend over a $100 bucks on Legos.  So, if I am spending over a $100 bucks, then I would much rather spend it on the Lego Eiffel Tower.  Hell, I'll help them make the Eiffel Tower all day long.  Star Wars not so much.   I use to think the Eiffel Tower was SO CLICHE,(Eat more Crow), and then I saw it!  I couldn't stop looking at it.  I only took a thousand pictures of it.  I HEART THE EIFFEL TOWER.  Alright, already.   I know the answer, I just had to vent a little.  However, I do think Darth Vader and Luke could have a very effective battle scene on the Eiffel Tower...Oh Snap, who am I kidding? 

P.S. The picture of the Eiffel Tower was taken by my FB friend Carolyn.  Yes, I stole it off her page. The Yoda Mouse, along with Emperor Mouse, are handmade by a very clever artist in the Netherlands I believe.  They were a huge hit in my boy's stockings last year.  An Ewok and Chewbacca Mouse are on their way to add to their collection.    It's all relative right!?

Let the Maintenance Begin

I apologize for not posting in a while.  It is that time of year where I can't even see straight, so I certainly can't think straight.  I have a store for anyone who doesn't know me, which if you read this, you know me better than most.   Anyway, the other day I was getting ready to go to work and I realized that it is taking me a lot longer these days.   Who knew that to look "natural" could take so long!  I designed a greeting card in my head that morning.  "Happy 3_ ! "

 ( Whatever the year, you fill it in).   Then you open the card and it says "Let the maintenance begin!"  I think I am on to something... Then I started to get dressed.  Specifically putting on my bra, if you can call it that.  The brand name is Barely There and guess what!?  They are BARELY THERE!  Think training bra of an eleven year old.  Anyway, I came up with a million dollar ad campaign for a plastic surgeon.  We all have seen that DOVE commercial where the ladies sing the old camp song.  Well, if I was a plastic surgeon wanting to sell some boob jobs, my song would go something like this:

DO YOUR BOOBS HANG LOW?

DO THEY WOBBLE TO AND FRO?

CAN YOU TIE IN A KNOT ?

CAN YOU TIE THEM IN A BOW?!

CAN YOU THROW THEM OVER YOUR SHOULDER LIKE A CONTINENTAL SOLDIER?

DO YOUR BOOBS HANG LOW?

Can you imagine the business you would do!  If there is a great plastic surgeon out there, especially in Atlanta or New York City maybe we could barter boobs for the jiggle.  I got a sister too.  We could recover together in some swanky hotel...Hmmm. I think I'm on to something.  The fact that I would even half way consider BOOBS, that made me laugh too.  Well,  that leads to the last idea I had that morning-  A t-shirt design with a silhouette of a crow.  It would read, "EAT MORE CROW. "   Luckily, that is the upside of maturing, I am hopefully eating less Crow, but old/wise enough to know that I am still capuable of eating more.  Actually, I think CROW is good for your soul.  We all could eat more(CROW) and (soapbox) less.  Being humble and gracious is so much more attractive. Furthermore, the more successful you think you are or are, the more humble and gracious you need to be.  I really struggled with that notion growing up.  I was and can be very self-absorbed(EAT MORE CROW), and the reason for that self-absorption can come from many places. I know where mine stems from, but  I won't bother you with that dribble.   Life and living a good life is about personal checks and balances, and just not taking yourself so seriously.  When in doubt, EAT MORE CROW!  Hmmm, I think I am on to something.  Nan

The boys, including the Man Child, fished and fished  and fished.  Fishing, as we all know, requires lots and lots of patience.  I think Man Child raised his game, in the patience department that weekend, whether he knows it or not.  I think he only got hooked twice, by the boys, but probably had to duck a thousand, unhooked several trees, including the one's I caught, and replaced lures and bait all day long.  I know what he was thinking, "At least, I am still fishing..."  I know what I was thinking- gratitude for a great Dad whether he knows it or not.  I think he does. 

F.F.F.

This time last week we were driving to the mountains.  It was our fall break and I didn't know if it would be a long weekend of F.F.F.( Forced Family Fun) or F.F.F.(Fall Family Fun).  As hoped, it was the later.  It was actually the best weekend I have ever had with my darling family.  As an individual,  it was the most spiritual weekend I have ever experienced. Period.  One with Nature. One with God.  It just doesn't get any better than that.  Walking in the glorious woods, I paused for a moment and made this heart.  I can't wait to get back...

I just turned Fifty...

     I just celebrated FIFTY!  Fifty postings that is... Who knew I could ramble on and on and on! Thanks guys for reading my dribble and speaking of dribble droop.  I am posting a picture that my son took last night.  I was resting my laurels with a glass of red wine.  Imagine that.  The picture is OK.  The picture of my boobs, or lack there of, is not!  Before children,  I had nice perky little anthills.  Now I have ant bites.  If I  have a third child,  he will have to nurse on my backside.  Seriously!  Dribble Droop!

    While I am rambling on randomness, this book, CAKEWRECKS and blog makes me laugh.  I don't pretend to bake and honestly, have no desire.  So here is a picture of some more dribble droop.  I hope the bride got a good chuckle, I certainly would have.  

     If you read my blog then you know I like to use the word, SNAP!  Basically,  I use it as often as I do, because I really want to say S _ _ _ , and at the end of the day, my momma,(she prefers mother) ,raised me as a southern lady.  Yes, that makes me crazy, as I roll my eyes at her annoying effectiveness.  Last night on FB, I saw a picture my friend posted, it is a flow-chart on the word SNAP.  If you think I am amusing, then you would adore Doug.  I do. 

 

Any hooo, enough dribble droop, and again thank you for reading...Here is to the next Fifty!                                                                      Cheers! Nan

Musee de las Chasse et de la Nature

This is a great museum in Paris that appealed to me on so many strange and wonderful levels.  This picture depicts the ceiling of a tiny room, think cozy bedroom closet, that was covered in four different owl heads and all their feathers and glory.   So bizarre and fantastic all at the same time.  The other pictures were taken at a cemetery, in Crail, Scotland.  I wasn't looking for skull and crossbones, but the more I looked, the more they seemed to jump out at me.  Yes, I'm getting excited about Halloween...Enjoy!

Economics 101

Somewhere in my middle school career my economics's teacher emblazoned in my brain the difference between  a "want" and a "need". I'm still resentful about it.  I kind of  "need" a pair of black shoes.  I  "want" these black shoes.  Aren't they chic and fabulous looking.  The review was that they were "insanely beautiful" and "insanely uncomfortable".  If I were insanely young and insanely rich, I wouldn't have cared, but since I am on the cusp of officially old and poor, I do.  The complaint/review went on to say that it had zero arch support and that her lower back was killing her by the end of the day. They are so pretty though... Also, I didn't "want" to pay the insanely  high price tag. What is an almost old woman  to do?  Well, you guessed it.  She(me) buys shoe # TWO.  Boo, Hooo, Hooo, and POO on Mr. Grooms, my economics's teacher!