Ah. So.
I remember sitting at the butcher’s with mother. Young boys slanted their eyes with their fingers, bowed to mother, snickering and said, “ah sooo.” I was 11. I knew that mother (and I) were being made fun of.
Category: Musings
I Dreamed a Dream
The other night, I had a vivid dream. The only part I remember is the end, when my father was showing me his latest creation. He had always had a knack for crafting amazing things from odd scraps of whatever was around. In this dream, he was showing off what looked like two large tree trunks. But when you looked closer, the tops opened up to reveal compartments for trash cans and recycling bins. Ingenious!
New Zealand, “Lord of the Rings” and me
True story. A decade or so ago, when I was on the New Zealand set of “The Lord of the Rings,” someone accidentally spilled grape juice all over me, dousing my pants and turtleneck. There wasn’t enough time to go back to my hotel to change. So, they let me wear one of Liv Tyler’s outfits.
I ♥ Sharpies
I don’t need a closet full of Jimmy Choos or Prada bags. I just want a shelf full of Post-Its, crisp note cards and Sharpies. This is what my husband has succinctly described as my love of “office porn.” So. Be. It.
Gingerbread house
My son made his first gingerbread house today. I think it turned out pretty darned cute. FYI: A good chunk of the decorations made it into his little belly, rather than onto the house. 😉
Who’s the fat, little, unintelligible man? It’s not PSY, that’s for sure
There’s not much I can add to this that hasn’t already been said. But, the “Beavis and Butt-head” part of me couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw that the doctor’s last name was “Ablow.” The fact that two old men who know next to nothing about music are critiquing and dismissing an “unintelligible” song because they can’t understand it. Wow. Just wow.
Racist idiots
So hey, did you know that only Americans — i.e. white people, wink wink — should be allowed to perform at the “American Music Awards”? Should I be surprised at how stupid these people are?
Love is always right
These two little preschoolers have no preconceived notions of who you’re supposed to love. They just know that if you’re very lucky, you get to marry your best friend.
I’m quoted in the U.K.’s GRAZIA about … PSY
Too bad they didn’t quote me correctly. The sentiment is there, but this isn’t exactly what I said. How do I know? They asked for my answers via e-mail. And I saved that e-mail.