My mom called me the other day. She was worried as I haven't blogged in a bit. We are all fine and alive. Just trying to enjoy these last few precious weeks of summer idleness.

I can't believe it's August and summer is almost over. I just got back from a 24 hour mini Va-Ca sans kids and I realize how desperately I need to get away from them and how school will be a very good, good thing. However, I am not looking forward to all of the routine, the homework, the going to bed early as well and even worse, the getting up early. I am looking forward to not spending 24/7 with the same two people who apparently get up and have Argue Cereal for breakfast. That combined with wiping only one bottom, hopefully my own, all day long is enough to make me giddy with glee. But man, summer seems to have flown right by.....

We spent Wednesday night up at Government Camp with two other couples. We all went in on a package at the auction to spend the day rafting the Deschutes and since we all share a passion for a rousing game of Quarters, hot tubbing, evening gymnastics, and dancing in our swimsuits, we decided to make it a two day party. Needless to say, getting up bright and early Thursday morning to hit the river was extremely dicey. We stopped at Timberline ( you all saw The Shining, right?) for breakfast and after around of Mary's, a Cup O' Bacon, and a lot of breakfast pizza, we were good as new and ready to raft. We had a fanastic time as we did last year. This year we decided to stop and hike into another river where some of our party ( read: everyone but me) jumped into the White River and floated down thru these crazy chute thingies where you get shot out into the river. The whole thing looked damn painful and me, being a puss, was having no part. One of the highlights was when this happened and one of our crew members ended up in a different spot in the boat ( notice me sitting safely at the rear of the boat?) We had a fantastic time.


Jack finished up his week at UK Socca camp. He was in heaven as he finally gets to play goalie. Around here, we don't get goalies until 3rd grade, so he has yet another year to wait. However, he played his ass off this week. His team made it to the World Cup Playoffs, where they were up against a team of 4th grade boys. Needless to say they lost, but damn, 2nd place is very good.


We went out with some friends last night. A good friend of ours recently moved back form San Diego so we decided to take her out and about. We started at The Grill for app's, then hit Carlyle for pomegranate martini's and where Laura showed us some tongue tricks and Michelle watched on...


Then we hit Touche which is where Brian and I met and he swept me of my feet with his Long Island accent. Back then however, it was Perlina and Guilano Hazan was the chef and I graced the cover of The Downtowner because I was The Shit back then. Being in our first shack of love made us all romantic so we had to make out like we were 23...

(Geez, do I need my brows waxed or what?)


The romance didn't last long and the girls decided they needed to go dance. At like 8:30. Which in the dancing world is really sad because no one goes dancing until like, midnight. However, they don't know what they are missing. They are missing some most incredible, and authentic moves from 1986 performed by none other than Laura herself, or as she was known back than Luscious ( and sadly, no, I am not joking, that really was her stage name)

Here she is at Embers showing absolutely no one else her hotness



I am not sure how long we danced (alone) for, but I think we decided to head back up and get the boys when we realized we had left without actually telling them we were leaving. And I think we realized that when our cell phones started ringing. So we went back and got them and headed home. Hopefully Dan and Laura aren't too mad at us for crashing their anniversary weekend.

Here's to 13 more years of love....




P.S. Brian is working The Bite this weekend. To "protect our anonymity" I won't tell you the exact name of his company/restaurant but I will tell you they are serving crab cakes. So if you are down there and you see this tall drink o' water serving up some crabby patties, say hi to him and tell him Sillypants sent you

Wacky Wednesday

Jack went as one of the Hilton sisters



As we have no purse dogs, he opted to take a purse guinea pig



Out of about 20 kids, he took 3rd place. If there is one thing the McSilly's excell at, it is making asses of themselves. Way to make mom and dad proud my love !

Running

Running music for 8/7 thru 8/13

*Why Can't I Liz Phair
*She's a Rebel Green Day
*4Ever The Veronicas
*Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl.... Panic!
*Work It Missy Elliot
*Dirty Christina Aguilera ( yes again)
*Girl Beck
*Elephant Love Melody Moulin Rouge
*Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice

Dinner at our house

Yet another dinner with our BFF The Dingus's
For the salsa


The Girls



The margaritas


Dingus


They were being so mean to me and my nose


The wine


Our litter


Dingus + Me + Tequilla = Bad


And Mrs Dingus trying to keep up

Friday at my house

So it's been a long week, month, summer day. And due to my Dh's job, I am a restaurant widow from Thursday night until Sunday-whenever-daddy-gets-up. Now you couple that with all of the single parenting I had to do, on two planes in the middle of the night, with a three hour time change, with two kids, for 6 days, you know, alone,then daddy shows up and I continue to parent alone for 4 more days, and then 2 more plane rides home, alone, in the middle of the night, in addition to kids' waking up here at 3:00 AM, cuz it's "MORNING", and well, mommy is a teeny tiny bit cranky and short with her children right now.

So tonight was a go-the-hell-to-bed early night. I even went so far as to go and buy some vodka as I was planning on having a real grown up cocktail. With a garnish and everything. I was getting ready to prepare said cocktail, I cut my lime into four delicious wedges. My daughter called out and asked me to help her with something on her 'puter. I go upstairs, help, go back downstairs, and realize my cutting board is empty. Wiped completely clean. I do one of my parenting reality checks where I have to sit and try to remember if I was just dreaming about cutting limes, or if I had in fact cut a lime, into 4 perfectly delicious squares. Many personalities all agree that yes, we had in fact cut a lime. But what happened to our perfect garnish is beyond us. I head back into the TV room where I find my son, watching Spongebob, sucking the last of my limes dry.

Mom: What the hell do you think you are doing?

Jack: What?

Mom: Why are you eating those?

Jack: Because they are really really good

M: Jack, there are about 4 items known to man that you eat. Suddenly LIMES is one of them? And you decided that TONIGHT OF ALL NIGHT WAS THE NIGHT YOU WOULD START EATING THEM?

J: Yeah. So?

M: *petite mal seizure* from lack of citrus




So, I send them both to bed. I just really, really, really want to be alone. I do the dishes, the laundry, give our epileptic dog his meds, go upstairs, log on, plug in my pod and listen to my yoga breathing.

but then I hear something.

I take my phones out and listen.

I hear the front door handle jiggle.

I mean I think that's what it is. No, yes, that is what it is.

Well obviously Brian got home early. I look outside. No B's car.

I am sure I imagined the sound. I go to put the phones on again.


And then I hear it again. Rattle, rattle and push, push and I know someone is trying to get in.

I am thinking wtf is trying to get in.

And I am scared.

I creep downstairs. I ask "who is it?" and I get no reply.

And then, I see the handle twist. And I think I have got about 300 pounds of dog in this house that are about to rip this MoFo apart and so here we go....

And I open the door. Fast.

And I see the damn 7 year old lime thief standing before me, who had apparently snuck out of the house to go steal a piece of Juicy Fruit out of my car, and in doing so had locked himself out. This is why I have that big furrowed crease in my brow. From shit like that. I look like Lavern and Shirley when Carmine crept in.





Have I ever told you about the time we found both kids on the roof?

Where should you live??

You Belong in Greenwich Village

Avant garde and bohemian, you're quick to adopt new ideas and lifestyles. And while you're a bit less weird these days, you still have a "live and let live" philosophy.

Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?

And based on last weekends experience

Can you just SEE me and This awesome lady drinking together?

Conversations with my mother

Me: Mom, I want to go get my nose pierced. Will you come with me?

Mom: OMG, NO! Why on earth would you do such a thing?

Me: I am not going to put a big dog bone in there. I just want something really really tiny and cute

Mom: The smaller you get it, the more it'll look like a blackhead

Me: *gigantic eyeroll*

Mom: Besides...

Me: Besides what?

Mom: Well, it's just that you are so beautiful, and honestly, you don't have that much time left for being beautiful. I just don't know why you'd rush that process along my screwing up your face.













Me: I am going to get my hair done today

Mom: What are you having done?

Me: The usual, cut and color

Mom: Huh. Have you thought about getting a different style? Maybe ask your hairdresser for some suggestions?

Me: Well, no, I like my hair, why would I change it?

Mom: Well maybe your hairdresser could suggest a new style to go with your new "fuller figure"




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Running

Running music for 8/1 thru 8/7

* If I Can't Change Your Mind - Sugar
* Bleed Like Me - Garbage
* Extraordinary Girl- Green Day
* Promiscuous- Nelly Furtado
* Check It Out- Beasties
* Dirty - Cristina Aguilera
* I Could Be Happy- Altered Images
* Sweet Child Of Mine- Sheryl Crow
* Hips Don't Lie- Shakira
* Under Pressure- Queen/Bowie

Home

So we are back after a very long 10 days. We traveled at night both coming and going which worked out wonderfully for the kids. Close your eyes and wake up on the other side of the country. Well except for some of us who needed a little cat nap in the airport....



The trip was pretty uneventful. There was a lot of family to see in a short period of time and that combined with the heat and humidity made us all a bit sluggish and wanting to only comb the woods for hours with our cousins and avoid getting bit by ticks...



Spend hours upon hours swimming...






Or jumping on the trampoline...




We hit the the Saratoga Track two times as well which was great fun for Dagny. I "misplaced" my camera for the best three days of the trip which was The Party. I really wish I hadn't because I think you all would have loved to see my 1:00 AM handstands. Especially the one I did up against a door, that was not closed all the way which sent me flying ass over teakettle and landed flat on my back. And yes, I did try to arch and land in a backbend as soon as I knew I was going over. I am a professional drunken gymnast. However, due to the amount of water all over the God Damn Floor, I skidded. I really do wish there was photographic evidence of that. Or of my husband stumbling to bed every morning around 5:00 AM, convinced he had "really changed some minds", or perhaps of the Drunk Danish Guy who danced with a three year old for an uncomfortable amount of time. I think the camera being "lost" was a Godsend.

You know you are partying with a bunch of senior citizens when you play the game "Who Has The Lowest Blood Pressure"



P.S. I do