I am too, too old for this

So last night The Cult played and Laura and I along with a boat load of boys went. This is scarey cause it means you have to man up, hold your liquor, and not whine about how much your feet hurt and for me, that ain't easy.

I spent the day doing alot of this, while screaming "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee........." into a hair brush



which was cool cause it totally embarasses my daughter. People think I act like this when I have had one too many.....people who really know me know I act like this all the time.


Since Laura and I were the only girls, it meant no one else wanted to get their picture taken over and over, which is OK cause we are pretty enough to take lots of pictures of






We met at Henry's for our prefunc. The wine was good, but my martini was awful. Laura and I headed down to the Roseland first since it was general seating and we wanted to get good and close to Ian. The opening band was The Cliks and you know how opening bands usually suck? OMWord they most definitely did NOT suck and as a matter of fact, they were really flipping good. REaaaalllly goooood.

Anyhoo, seeing as how we got there earlyish, we had a most excellent spot. As in 2nd row. And also so since we got there earlyish, we had to stand there through mic checks and guitar checks and a bunch of other checks so we did what drunk chicks do....We took blurry pictures of ourselves



and we stuck our tounges out




and we took pictures of the drunk people behind us




And then they came on and OMG they were really really good. And I was really really close. ANd I wish I could have taken clearer pictures, but everyone decided to start smoking all at once.....and they weren't smoking cigarettes.....



"Got me swaying little honey....."


Look still standing !!


And after about 30 minutes in the pit, I could stand it no longer, so I joined all the boys in the balcony and I rocked on from there. We were home by midnight and asleep shortly there after. However things that hurt today.....

*My head - for obvious reasons

*My throat - from either screaming or inhaling a 1/4 pound of second hand marijuana smoke

*My knees - not sure why, probably because I am old

*My toes - from traipsing all over hell and back in way too high heeled black boots with teeny tiny pointed toes

*The bottom of my feet - for the same reason listed above, in addition to thinking I would be more comfortable walking barefoot up Burnside 10 blocks instead of wearing the above mentioned shoes.

*My ears - which won't stop ringing and I keep screaming "WHAT?"

So I will suffer through today. Hopefully this Alleve and Diet Coke will help a bit.

Easter Eve '08

The fact that is after 10:00 PM and Dags and Kelsey are still maniacally texting each other means the Easter Bunny is going to have to stay up veryyyyyyy late tonight to out trick her opponents.

Actually my 11 year old daughter and I had a "serious talk" about how yes, she is quite right.....There is no Easter Bunny and that yes in fact it is her father and I.

She said " And let me guess....you are Santa and the Tooth Fairy too".

We had a talk about being 9 and being in third grade. I reminded her of her year spent in 3rd....Her teachers, her friends, her ignorance. I asked her to respect her brothers.....Although I am sure he is more than onto the game. I reminded her that once she quits believing is when the Easter Bunny will stop coming.

She promptly wrote him a note.





Beautiful sunny day means that back deck is open for business......



The look on dagny's face when she came face to face with her grandmothers brand new tattoo.....



Our challa easter Bunny after Brian ripped off one of his legs....


And him scarfing it down...


The egg dying crew


and a bunch of unwanted helpers


shorty getting low :)

Wanna know how much wine $1,000 buys?















B won a contest at work and the prize was a consultation with this guy and $1,000 to spend. They went over our likes and dislikes, and today, the wine guy himself showed up at my house with 6 cases of faulous wine We have South African Pinotage, boat loads of cabs & chards, Pinot Blancs, Pinot Noir, Chianti Classico, pinot d'Alsace, Can Blau, and that is just the teeny tip of the iceberg.

That will definitely help with any Spring Break Grumpies mommy might run into......

a picture a day....

Think I can do it? How 'bout I try for Spring Break.

Which, btw, starts today. Good Lord is it ever needed. We were going to head off to the beach this week, but my darling daughter is so completely spent, we decided to give her a rest and we will head to the coast next week. Which is perfect. We will sleep in and laze around and just about the time the begin to get bored, we will pack up and head to the beach for 4 days.

Yesterday the kids and a bunch of their friends went to a party. We purchased the party at the auction. Our PE teacher and our music teacher took 15 kids ice skating and then out to dinner. It was an arduous bunch but the teachers prevailed. Being part of such a fabulous group of families makes me so excited to continue on for middle school.

Since apparently I don't blog anymore, I will have to settle for pictures. Wonder if I could do a picture a day....or if that too would be too much "work". Sheesh. Lazy Whore.....


Jack and that fab-U-lous yellow belt


We had a birthday party to go to this weekend and I agreed to chaperone. We had the party and then headed downtown to This crazy putt putt place downtown which was nuts. Half the girls were too scared to even go in much less play to play. But after they were goaded into it by their posse, they had no choice.



Do you know how long it takes 13 eleven year old girls to play 18 holes of golf? I will tell you this, if the hole's par was 3, most of the girls scored about an eleven. You do the math. Good Lord.



Since it was St Paddy's weekend, we took our McSilly McIrish wee bonny babes down to Kell's to indoctrinate them into the world of Irish drinking introduce them into a portion of their heritage. Here I am trying to drink a Guiness, but sadly I could only get through about half of it and I poured the rest into B's cup.



The kids got spray on Tat's....Dagny went with the shamrock



Jack got some celtic knot thing-y



We then headed over to Saturday Market where we met this guy



And we couldn't call it a night without our balloon hats.



Sunday rolled around and we invited family over for my completely kick ass Corned Beef. Being married to a gigantic Irish man for over a decade means I have had to perfect this dish. My cabbage with bacon and cheddar cheese? Also very yummy. And of course, no St. Paddy's day celebration would be complete without green beer



And green milk




Overall, it was a fabulous McSilly weekend

We have been running around...

Doing a whole lot of nothing. I would like to be blogging more, but I am so addicted to Facebook, it is impossible to get me to do anything else. I am a "Music Expert" on the ilike challenge. Anyone wanna take me on? Didn't think so....

Photos...




Dagny had a book report due. She had to do an autobiography and THIS is what she chose....


How the hell do they get away with that? I had to do all of mine on exciting folks like Jefferson, or MArk Twain. For Black History Month she researched Oprah. What. Ever.


We had book group where we drank alot and celebrated a certain little girl I know named Amy.....She doesn't look a day over 25....



Here is Jack being promoted from bear to wolf, or wolf to bear, can't keep them straight. He is pinning me, his momma



And hamming it up for the crowd....



And here is the board my son broke tonight.......WITH HIS FOOT......because he is like a crazy kung fu master. And tonight he tested for his yellow belt......





and guess what ??????