
to know me is to know that i love nothing better than to go to a great concert. being a seasoned concert-going vet, i always have one word of advice for people who just got tickets to the next great gig: DO YOUR HOMEWORK!! example: if you just got tickets to see, oh--i don't know........say.....DURAN DURAN, the first order of business is to get their new cd, and wear it out. many people know not what they do and go to said concert expecting to just hear all of the old standbys. note to self: THEY WILL ALWAYS PLAY THE NEW STUFF!!! unless it is a "greatest hits" album, the general reason for a concert tour is to debut the new stuff and have people purchase the music. people who don't do their homework always end up hating half the concert because they are bent out of shape when they leave the hits and hit the new.
i am doing my homework right now with the new "red carpet massacre" album, and i have to say that today is the day that i found the extreme love for it. and i can't believe it took me 8 days to realize that the reason i heart it is that timbaland produced half the tracks--yes, that timbaland. so sue me, but i love a song with a beat that makes me wanna shake it like a polariod picture.
i love "last man standing" and "tempted" and i added "skin divers" to my music--you can find it by scrolling through. (oh, and for most of you, turning your volume up. you know who you are. and what you did.)


the superbly-coiffed criminal in the picture above is silvio from the sopranos--he was skulking around my house a few days ago because i am convinced that someone put a hit out on my baby. as you can see from the photos below, someone tried to strangle her with a piece of piano wire.
really, she was playing on a chair (translation: standing UP ON TOP OF) next to the window. i told her to jump down because she was messing with the blinds. she jumped and next thing i knew she was crying the "hurt" cry--i comforted her and she didn't say anything until about 30 minutes later when she came in saying she was "bweeding" and she showed me her neck. honestly, it looks like she clotheslined herself, but i think it had something to do with the cord from the blinds. i don't have the old-fashioned kind that they have put warnings out about, but i guess a three-year old will always find the danger hidden in any everyday object. so so scary, though, and i am just grateful that it wasn't worse. i felt really bad, and it looks like it hurts like a mother. i keep thinking someone is gonna call child protective services on me. again. for the 4th time. (not really--i've only been reported twice.)





















arried for 44 years this july, and my dad loves my mom more than life itself, and ALMOST as much as golf, which is a lot. a WAY LOT.
she brought home this to us and i thought it worthy of posting.....katie, i am proud of you--WAY TO GO, SISTER!!






ya i know, total cliche, but i have to say this dress that made me feel the most princess-like and oh-so-beautiful. these days it's just something to mock with all of it's stupendous beaditry (is that a word? i just invented it.) and my "bustle" on the back--plus i got to wear a veil with the v-headband and that's gonna go down in history. what's not to love about 1991? ahhhhh.....i can almost hear wilson phillips singing now.... also how hot is my husband in these photos? so dang handsome.












