FOR THE WEEK OF NOVEMBER 1-7, 2010
WHAT I’M READING: All those suggestions, y’all, and I never picked one. Are you disappointed in me? I’m disappointed in me. This is all about me and my disappointments. (My mother just cringed. She hates the whole obsessive-inward-looking-self-examination-self-focused stuff of blog culture. She prefers outward and upward. Mom, you’re so old school.)
(Hence a random photo of me smiling. You wouldn’t know there was so much angst under that smile.)
WHAT ELSIE’S READING: Well, let’s just say, while I failed to choose, Elsie has chosen hard. And by hard I mean she’s unbending. The same four books are to be read every night: two dinosaur books, one puppy book (I loathe this one so I just make stuff up) and the one about the Bee Girl.
WHAT I’M WATCHING: Burn Notice, Season 2, has come to an end. Who’s got season 3? Simon and I will pay you in pie and let you sit on the bed between us. But no talking when Michael Westin is acting all cool and doing cool stuff…and just plain exuding cool. Which is all the time. So basically no talking.
(The back of my head also exudes cool. Just sayin’.)
WHAT I’M LISTENING TO: Elsie’s myriad of new phrases. Like yesterday in the car she told me to “Be quiet” with a ‘No really, Mommy, I’m serious’ kind of face; it was strangely endearing.
WHAT I’M WEARING: A green dress that’s not unlike the shirt I featured last Fantabulous. I’m still liking the loose + the soft. Maybe too much. The barista at my local coffee shop said to me today, “Rebecca, did you wear that yesterday?” “Um. Yes. I did. And the day before that. And I’m probably going to wear it tomorrow. I feel good in this dress. Any more questions?”
WHAT I’M EATING: Homemade apple pie in bed while watching Burn Notice while drinking Rye and Coke. All very decadent. Don’t worry though. Sometimes we just eat noodles at a table with water. And nobody gets seconds.
(Elsie is trying to make her own fun after one such supper. All she has to play with are concrete stairs.)
WHAT I’M ENJOYING: My own body odor BECAUSE BECAUSE I keep buying these shite (pronounced shy-t) natural deodorants. I get lured in time and again by the possibility of patchouli being my under arm saviour. So not true.
WHAT I’M SNIFFING: Wholesome baking. Thank you, Simon, for learning the art of pastry making. Your expertise is vast.
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wow! loving the weekly fantabulous! you look beautiful. xo
I’m not so convinced your mom’s so old school! You want some old guy like me to relate to what you’re offering and perhaps purchase it. Last time I did a seminar on anything to do with dealing with customers the onus was not on the customer to figure out what the offering was?
Love the pie and intend to sit all cozy-like between you two as we all watch this new show you keep mentioning – no talking.
Shhh, but I know a guy who knows a guy and I might be able to get you Burn Notice 3.
Thanks, Steve …
Number One Mothers of Old School admire self-searching introspection one half hour a day
Number Two children often choose your least favourite kid’s book to read. Hide it.
Number Three Burn Notice is new to me so guess I’ll rent it
Number Four Children have little regard for parents feelings, they think you are a real Grownup…something like a Ninja
Number five keep the man who bakes pies and get some real deodorant.
…and you are a ten, with or without the fancy smancy rye and coke persona. ps the back of your hair rocks
You’d better be careful or the patchouli cartel will be all over you. Watch your back, my friend. And your armpits.
Yes….”natural” deodorants? Had the same experience and after no success have given up all together….back to the line up of Dove, addidas, and lady speed sticks. If you find something that works let me know.( ;
There is one kind that sometimes works, Sandra…I’ll get you the name.
You’re sweet, Jill. Gosh, darn, those children…
Hook me up, Steve L.
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