tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53400758444486544342024-03-19T02:17:24.259-07:00Momo-Mama1 Momo, 1 Mango and a Whole Lotta WeirdUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-43067686660443390292013-03-23T02:08:00.001-07:002013-03-23T02:08:13.590-07:00Bird LoveIf you haven't seen the Portlandia skit called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XM3vWJmpfo" target="_blank">"Put a Bird on It"</a>, you really should check it out. It's a pretty funny spoof on the hipster obsession with birds and crafting. When I saw the skit, I thought it was hilarious, and pretty soon I realized that I have a lot of stuff with birds on it.<br />
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For instance this owl pendant that I have worn on the first day of work, each semester, for the past couple of years. The chain is long and the pendant lies just around my bust. It's great with a boat-neck top or chunky sweater and lucky me, it was a cheapo find at Forever 21... you can't beat jewelry that's under $10!<br />
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I also love this little necklace with a bird and anchor pendant... It's so cute and I love the blue stones. This was another Forever 21 find but unfortunately the chain and clasp on this one are funky and it always ends up tugging at my hair...not fun. It's an easy fix though, and I need to get on it, because this little birdie is screeching to be worn. <br />
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I also have quite a few clothing items with birds on them.<br />
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The sweaters are my fave.<br />
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I recently found this little pullover sweater at, you guessed it, Forever 21...and there was no way I was leaving without it.<br />
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Before I go on talking about all my bird stuff...I must let you know that despite the last three items being from Forever 21, I really. hardly. ever. <br />
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1: Because I am no where near being 21<br />
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Anywho... Back to the birds.<br />
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This cardigan is an oldie but goodie from Lucky Brand that I got several years ago. I had to repair with a rosette thing-a-ma-jig after I accidentally threw it in the washer but luckily it still looks good and it's very cozy. Can you see the crane, right smack-dab in the center? So cute.<br />
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Over Thanksgiving weekend, just after eating a big bird and going on a nature walk in which I took a bunch of bird pictures, my brother's girlfriend gave me this bag. It's the perfect shopping bag from <a href="http://www.rickshawbags.com/musette-screen-2.html#color=1870" target="_blank">Rickshaw Bagworks</a>. It has a very pretty screen print of the Bay Bridge in San Francisco (where they live) but the best part is that <b>the bridge is turning into birds!</b> A-mah-ma-zing!<br />
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Much to my family's chagrin, birds have even found their way into my home decor.<br />
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Just so you know, I think this is becoming one of those weird obsessions, where I'm not neccessarily looking for bird items, but I happen upon them...and then I have to own them. It's weird.<br />
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They were genuinely appalled and protested loudly about how much they hated them. Just imagine a 17 and 15 year old tantruming in Ikea because they think their mom has gone off the deep end as she stuffs 4 chartreuse rooster pillows in her cart.<br />
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Just to rub it in, I grabbed a set of these "birds on branches" curtains for the living room. They are white so they let a lot of natural light in and the print is a fun way to add some texture to the room.<br />
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Can you see the birds? I love them. I also really love the trees and branches...and when I think about it, I actually have a lot of tree related stuff as well.<br />
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Speaking of trees, as I was writing all this down I thought about my Christmas ornaments that I am going to get out this week, and guess what? I just remembered that I have a TON of bird ornaments and several trees for my house. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-31099506384802521092011-08-25T22:24:00.001-07:002011-08-25T22:39:58.038-07:00Momo and MamaMomo and I were photographed the other day at our annual Japanese Community Picnic. I can't stop looking at the photo because
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<br />Seriously...she seems to have grown up overnight! I love it and it makes me sad, all at the same time.
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<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-54858088402646031482011-08-17T13:38:00.000-07:002011-08-17T13:58:57.401-07:00HappeningsMomo is growing up.
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<br />All in all, the kids are cool and so are the dogs...
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-91663314477573717062011-04-21T10:55:00.000-07:002011-04-21T11:39:26.690-07:00Cut To The ChaseIt's been a while since I have blogged, but I have something to say and I'm just gonna cut to the chase.<br /><br />The other day after school Momo told me that one of her friends had snuck away with a boy during lunch and proceeded to give him a handjob and let him touch her...down there...<br /><br />My response (internally): GOOD FUCKING GAWD!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!! YOU GIRLS ARE ONLY IN 8th GRADE!!! CRAP-SHIT-FUCK-DAMN!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!<br /><br />My response (externally): <span style="font-style: italic;">Wow Momo...how do you feel about that?</span><br /><br />Despite my calm external demeanor, thankfully Momo was as distraught as I was internally. <br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"></span></span></span><br />She said she felt sad for her friend, and worried that she would get a bad reputation. <br /><br />She wondered how her friend could do such a thing even though she has "good parents" then she reflected that though this girls parents are "good", like a lot of other parents they are not ones she could really talk to about things.<br /><br />She talked about how much pressure there is for girls to do things that they are not ready to do and then said that this was a big reason why she doesn't want a boyfriend.<br /><br />All in all it was a good conversation. Momo learned more about herself and what she wants and she also got to explore the idea that someday she might feel differently. Ultimately, I was so happy that Momo still feels safe enough to talk to me about anything...and that she does.<br /><br />We chatted a bit more then Momo went upstairs to do some homework and I went to the kitchen where I proceeded to (externally) do the dishes and (internally) scream GOOD FUCKING GAWD!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!! YOU GIRLS ARE ONLY IN 8th GRADE!!! CRAP-SHIT-FUCK-DAMN!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-19913421099914912832010-11-18T13:09:00.000-08:002010-11-18T13:19:06.306-08:00Sweet 16Last night we attended the end of the season water polo banquet where Mango received the Boys Varsity Water Polo - Warrior Award. <br /><br />It is a huge honor as it is the coaches favorite award and reflects the character, commitment and courage of the awardee.<br /><br />Mango's coach teared up as he gave the award to Mango...he told him that he was proud of him and though he has faced much adversity (being an openly gay high school water polo player) Mango has shown true character and fearlessness...It was cool.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwbgJJgYUfUAwmH82S5EVaKQyEXdwDVMaYof_sMjx_IKncFV4_Z8qVwSVgCM1vIGlBQXMmUbTzqEey1KN1HV0VtgKAa-ftE3uz_bjMVU6SEs2q-ezGGdLaIUo0FvIKLRTcz6bKwdsAWk/s1600/P1020707.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwbgJJgYUfUAwmH82S5EVaKQyEXdwDVMaYof_sMjx_IKncFV4_Z8qVwSVgCM1vIGlBQXMmUbTzqEey1KN1HV0VtgKAa-ftE3uz_bjMVU6SEs2q-ezGGdLaIUo0FvIKLRTcz6bKwdsAWk/s400/P1020707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541001383563584882" border="0" /></a>So, that was last night...and tonight we are celebrating Mango's Sweet Sixteen!<br /><br />I cant believe it!<br /><br />Mango is 16...Dear Gawd....<br /><br />In case you were worried, he WON'T be driving any time soon.<br /><br />Oh no...NOT <span style="font-weight: bold;">ANY</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">TIME</span> SOON!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-66977779406088424352010-11-15T10:18:00.000-08:002010-11-15T10:58:34.124-08:00The Great Straight AllianceThis is going to crack you up...<br /><br />Mango participates in just about every club he can possibly manage in his schedule and at the high school football game this past Friday he had to work at 3 different booths doing fundraising. I am still not sure how he managed to be at all three booths at the same time, but the social butterfly that he is... He managed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIANlrKJHF5PDTvw-T221meFKWZhbkXoW530ivoSoAmetP9xRFXSaLiOkw-fnD3loFwFQm18dL6tgAnRSPUx4e74Q38ds4vK262z75Vc3f8L2x19w_mZ6b0jSHTEptBxjbU9s-_1P5AvE/s1600/butterfly.htm"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIANlrKJHF5PDTvw-T221meFKWZhbkXoW530ivoSoAmetP9xRFXSaLiOkw-fnD3loFwFQm18dL6tgAnRSPUx4e74Q38ds4vK262z75Vc3f8L2x19w_mZ6b0jSHTEptBxjbU9s-_1P5AvE/s400/butterfly.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539844500248399522" border="0" /></a>He managed.<br /><br />Anyways...Mango has been working really hard with a few other students at his school to form a GSA club. They have been meeting and organizing and finally, at the football game, they began fundraising.<br /><br />Mango was at the GSA booth selling rainbow cupcakes and pride-filled brownies when one of his waterpolo teammates mother walked by. She stopped and said hi to Mango and proceeded to ask him what GSA stood for. Mango, without flinching (because he is out and proud, remember) said that GSA stood for Gay Straight Alliance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisahSSZYsWgEqSBnsk4aSy3l-n_RNHEJ9PqYPq5aVnl-VHWzzuh-5GywDLycPJJWjwazck_f_kZ6arYiNIKcFZe80yytMyu7mEhHKVy_F17LdiOxnGS4YKw0WPyJpw0hKphoDw23TrMKs/s1600/gsa.htm"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisahSSZYsWgEqSBnsk4aSy3l-n_RNHEJ9PqYPq5aVnl-VHWzzuh-5GywDLycPJJWjwazck_f_kZ6arYiNIKcFZe80yytMyu7mEhHKVy_F17LdiOxnGS4YKw0WPyJpw0hKphoDw23TrMKs/s400/gsa.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539848573681382786" border="0" /></a>Mango told me she paused for a moment and the old man next to her seemed to freeze.<br /><br />Mango says it felt tense for a moment then his teammates mother asked again <span style="font-style: italic;">"what was that Mango?"</span>. Mango pridefully told her again that GSA meant Gay Straight Alliance to which Mango said, she puffed up a bit and replied <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />"Oh wonderful mango! The GREAT STRAIGHT ALLIANCE!"</span><br /><br />OH NO SHE DI'INT!!!!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9w5snrCRqleSQ02YGRreis1VaqWhUbSK9YANv2JvSb9Q8JpSD51p1R_hsHPUuGiHDx1-5ZqOOh9zQN4c5ZfNUmR4ZQvzGm4LdvqiKsVY7hhExf-6zRh51SB-lxTyrSoDfoeuFTEMVlI/s1600/dumb.htm"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj9w5snrCRqleSQ02YGRreis1VaqWhUbSK9YANv2JvSb9Q8JpSD51p1R_hsHPUuGiHDx1-5ZqOOh9zQN4c5ZfNUmR4ZQvzGm4LdvqiKsVY7hhExf-6zRh51SB-lxTyrSoDfoeuFTEMVlI/s400/dumb.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539852372775860930" border="0" /></a></span><br />Oh yes she did!<br /><br />She thought (or hoped) that GSA, the new very active club on campus, was the Great Straight Alliance. This wasn't much of a surprise to me (actually I am surprised that she didn't get mad) because despite living on the coast in California in what appears to be a little slice of heaven with a side of hippie surfer...our town is regrettably conservative (and intolerant).<br /><br />We have a fundamentalist church in town that is trying to take over and the masses are buying the message (which is wrought with intolerance and contradiction).<br /><br />Anyhow, Mango told me that he and his friends were stumped by the woman's stupidity. She was happy to support the Great Straight Alliance by buying one of their rainbow cupcakes and as she walked away one of the girls whispered <span style="font-style: italic;">"yeah, that's right...bitch better buy a cupcake"</span><br /><br />Which I think was the perfect response.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-47795128437485901622010-11-12T15:19:00.000-08:002010-11-12T15:38:08.600-08:00NABLOPO-NO!I failed! <br /><br />AGAIN!<br /><br />I was so busy yesterday and forgot to post something!!! I actually talked about the fact that I needed to post something, but we were visiting my parents and I just plain didn't have time!<br /><br />I am so peeved at myself but I am going to try my best to keep posting...<br /><br />Please let me know if there is anyone out there who will even read my posts!<br /><br />I try to keep it random and fun...just like these cucumber and salty plum (ume) sushi rolls.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZQ6Xecdn9RJO6su-C5_4iukn_dVB6Mk1Wi6dNq4P0PF_cNBWqTmrr1dbadUPH8jRMvnQxUuTL8h3sUKJpmNk5h4XwblabbRLk37aV8gGUBXQPpddfUme_cmv_2HnIOXtYTgIOmUJJ0E/s1600/P1010416.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZQ6Xecdn9RJO6su-C5_4iukn_dVB6Mk1Wi6dNq4P0PF_cNBWqTmrr1dbadUPH8jRMvnQxUuTL8h3sUKJpmNk5h4XwblabbRLk37aV8gGUBXQPpddfUme_cmv_2HnIOXtYTgIOmUJJ0E/s400/P1010416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538811347058214066" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-11253626445260946982010-11-10T16:30:00.000-08:002010-11-10T16:34:42.071-08:00Charlie and R. KellyHere is a pic of our puppy Charlie with his "uncle" Milo a.k.a. R. Kelly.<br /><br />Please take a second to read about <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2008/11/milos-bitch.html">how R. Kelly got his nickname</a> (and it wasn't for his good voice!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuJCyNeCNDdZHJdghoFi1-sCon0P42_eVhXZcwUbcoiFg1M5rwKM0USEnHzjeIb5AoPV6FvifnK10V5dguTqtrNmkgXU4l6HiuUfQC7H4KVKbTsctXYuLlfT9acuYMN2Uu372qHbot-4/s1600/photo-11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuJCyNeCNDdZHJdghoFi1-sCon0P42_eVhXZcwUbcoiFg1M5rwKM0USEnHzjeIb5AoPV6FvifnK10V5dguTqtrNmkgXU4l6HiuUfQC7H4KVKbTsctXYuLlfT9acuYMN2Uu372qHbot-4/s400/photo-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538083540490573074" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-42640484030981929482010-11-09T16:15:00.000-08:002010-11-10T16:29:29.917-08:00Duggar FoodDo any of you watch the Duggars?<br /><br />You know, the family with like 19 kids...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVz0HK5g2V6m-dYaSlWAeUsyHygG644dO5eRs05gflsz4x8Sx8AIUTfYFm5zF-5cDSOb243CzDvNLYzLDT-FJ-FcdZayT9NzRsdhLpLsuoH1P4TGZ6v1xaFmcoIA4ILyFtPafOADp1F8/s1600/duggar-family.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVz0HK5g2V6m-dYaSlWAeUsyHygG644dO5eRs05gflsz4x8Sx8AIUTfYFm5zF-5cDSOb243CzDvNLYzLDT-FJ-FcdZayT9NzRsdhLpLsuoH1P4TGZ6v1xaFmcoIA4ILyFtPafOADp1F8/s400/duggar-family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537708843331825202" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I don't watch the show that often, but I have seen it often enough to know that Michelle Duggar (the mom) loves her some casserole.<br /><br />The scariest thing I have seen her make is <a href="http://erin-wnax.itmblog.com/2010/01/19/men-bring-lunch-to-work-day/">"Tater-tot casserole"</a>. And it is wrong folks...on so many levels it is WRONG! I, myself, am not a big fan of casserole and Momo detests the stuff (she calls it "Duggar food") so I can just not fathom...<br /><br />ANYWAYS, Mango and HWMNBN do enjoy the occasional casserole. I attribute this to the fact that my father-in-law is from Kentucky and hence there must be some kind of casserole eating gene being passed down to the men in the family.<br /><br />I somehow got the I want to be a Duggar (minus the religious fervor) gene...really I did! I think it would be cool to walk around in a prairie dress all day while caring for my 19 children in a huge house in the middle of nowhere, I'm serious...I could see me doing that. I want to hang out with Michelle Duggar and teach our kids how to sew clothes and play the banjo or something. I'm not kidding! Either way, I think this thought makes HWMNBN want to vomit more than casserole makes me want to vomit...but I digress.<br /><br />Since Momo and I are going over to my mom's for dinner, I made some lovely Duggar food for my boys (in the form of a lovely tuna casserole). I hope Mango and HWMNBN enjoy it because I don't want ANY leftovers!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-90111753864896016902010-11-08T15:32:00.000-08:002010-11-08T15:33:23.000-08:00F'ing Piece of....Do you have one of these? I know we do!<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AyVh1_vWYQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AyVh1_vWYQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-70480791461288760542010-11-07T17:59:00.000-08:002010-11-07T18:23:21.888-08:00In The OvenIt's official, I have one in the oven!<br /><br />I really didn't think it would happen again.<br /><br />After all, I have been working so hard at losing weight and getting back into those skinny jeans of mine.<br /><br />I am very excited though, and I think the family is too...<br /><br />Even thought they didn't really want it to happen, they have always seemed to love the end product, you know?<br /><br />I mean...who wouldn't love something so beautifully crafted, something we can all share and love and savor.<br /><br />Yes, I will savor it, forever and for always...or at least til it gives me heartburn and saddle bags and..and..<br /><br />Oh god!.<br /><br />Should I even have it?<br /><br />Is it worth it?<br /><br />I have been so happy lately, and I like wearing my skinny jeans...<br /><br />Oh dear...maybe I shoudl just give it to one of the neighbors when it is done...They might like it...maybe they'll even love it.<br /><br />Help, bloggy world...tell me what to do!<br /><br />I really want to eat the pizza in the oven, but I'm not sure if the lovely pesto sauce and sun dried tomatoes, and feta cheese are worth it. <br /><br />What is a girl to do?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-2747143956479512832010-11-06T21:33:00.000-07:002010-11-06T21:39:37.565-07:00I Can't Handle ThisMy daughter showed this to me the other day and I seriously can't handle it...<br /><br />I keep hearing this song in my head and I can't stop picturing this kids(?) face.<br /><br />It's too much for me, but I love it... see if you feel the same way.<br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTya267fe1Y?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTya267fe1Y?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-23901880396520425092010-11-05T19:17:00.001-07:002010-11-05T19:28:36.758-07:00CelebrityThe founder of NABLOPOMO asked Momo if she could babysit her kid tomorrow. (She can't, cause we are previously committed) but I had to tell you because:<div><br /></div><div>1. I'm participating in NAPLOPOMO and have to post something every day this month </div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div><br /></div><div>2. This is the closest thing to a celebrity sighting we have had since we saw Jay Leno and William H. Macy at our wedding. (<i>Eden, you've got some serious celeb status in the month of November and my kid still wants to babysit your kid, next time for sure!)</i></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-60353485917640750752010-11-04T13:46:00.001-07:002010-11-04T13:54:46.194-07:00The Truth About Charles DarwinI haven't told you the whole story about our puppy Charles "Charlie" Darwin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCo8RMWNtYVCXUr011qKgE0MEMX9JKjSNYYTYDbdbBBLE9m6EticCJQa7B9WUZOzvvQ4CK5X8OP3TYrJfC2g7aF5fxRZ_GjKKUGceor1Y3u5LLgr3D09xAB6-Hc-oHnp-afqti5jhzuY/s1600/P1040157.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCo8RMWNtYVCXUr011qKgE0MEMX9JKjSNYYTYDbdbBBLE9m6EticCJQa7B9WUZOzvvQ4CK5X8OP3TYrJfC2g7aF5fxRZ_GjKKUGceor1Y3u5LLgr3D09xAB6-Hc-oHnp-afqti5jhzuY/s400/P1040157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535798942617060818" border="0" /></a> It's a pretty captivating story...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A mad dash to a kill shelter</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A stray dog snipping at Momo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A shady deal made behind a van</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The insatiable neediness of a one and a half pound pup</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The first sweet visit to the vet and the second one that was tragic...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The sleepless nights and the paralysis that seemed to be spreading</span><br /><br />All this in a matter of 2 weeks.<br /><br />I'd love to tell you the story but I REALLY busy today, so I'll have to leave you hanging...<br /><br />Hope you don't mind!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-20958195080765457912010-11-03T14:53:00.000-07:002011-04-21T12:24:10.906-07:00As Promised: Part 1In my <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2010/11/kid-is-fruit_02.html">last post</a>, I promised to tell you all how I handled the <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-folks.html">anal sex question from Momo</a> .<br /><br />So here goes.<br /><br />Somehow, the topic of anal sex came up while we were all driving down the 405 freeway in Los Angeles. Those of you who read my blog regularly know that <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-whats-sex-shop.html">my kids ask LOTS of questions</a> and there really is no subject that is taboo in our house.<br /><br />If they have a question, we try to answer it in the most age appropriate way (and if we can't, we try to find someone who can...most of the time).<br /><br />Anyways, on our ride through LA, Mango (for whatever reason) reported that he thought anal sex was gross, to which I replied that he might have a change of heart as he got older. My rationale being that considering he is gay, it might be one of the ways he is intimate with a partner. He wasn't super convinced, and I chalked that up to the fact that<br />1. he's not there yet<br />2. society has told him it's gross so he believes that.<br />Whatever...In time, he'll figure it out for himself.<br /><br />Momo, on the other hand, got a kick out of the discussion and how it was making Mango squirm. She's the rebel rouser around here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitylxecuUsL4mkQdM5rYLgrG6VG3Uk8mbEa4d66TMeP4T24bmk5v1CbRMokpcEGUpIYM23FzcqZzH0cw_Mi9YFLHvkZ2aOlaSigWsVk8JOUhp6oVMl3_9g39wkQuN9_vBjzq_nMvmXmZk/s1600/P1010029.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitylxecuUsL4mkQdM5rYLgrG6VG3Uk8mbEa4d66TMeP4T24bmk5v1CbRMokpcEGUpIYM23FzcqZzH0cw_Mi9YFLHvkZ2aOlaSigWsVk8JOUhp6oVMl3_9g39wkQuN9_vBjzq_nMvmXmZk/s400/P1010029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535459961555645346" border="0" /></a>She proceeded to giggle and tell Mango that he WAS going to have anal sex when he got older to which he said <span style="font-style: italic;">"shut up Momo".<br /><br /></span>Then out of the blue Momo says, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Mom, how do people actually have anal sex? I mean, do they like spread their cheeks and rub their buttholes together?"<br /><br /></span>Needless to say, HWMNBN and I busted out laughing and Mango in his most exasperated voice said <span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh my god, Momo...you are weird</span>" <span style="font-style: italic;">. <br /><br /> </span>It was classic and she was TOTALLY serious<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span><br /><br />After I pulled myself together and focused my attention back to the crazy traffic I was navigating, I realized that I was stumped. Despite wanting Momo to be informed and have the right information running around in her brain, I also loved that my little girl was still, well...a little girl.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvgWNV7C9gmwilVmLcgwa2L6J8jVQgA6cP7i4QlB34SOqqvV-exVB8q7nK8vmr2nu6EeCPRmH0uOES2wEVUzkbXOQbsXXwzMwLfTXGyAX9ni9-9Ra71_djxU_XUKnSj1ebXF-VhLhv64/s1600/Lovely_illustration_of_mother_daughter_cooking_wallcoo.com.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvgWNV7C9gmwilVmLcgwa2L6J8jVQgA6cP7i4QlB34SOqqvV-exVB8q7nK8vmr2nu6EeCPRmH0uOES2wEVUzkbXOQbsXXwzMwLfTXGyAX9ni9-9Ra71_djxU_XUKnSj1ebXF-VhLhv64/s400/Lovely_illustration_of_mother_daughter_cooking_wallcoo.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535457612013458434" border="0" /></a></span><br />Honestly, I felt relieved that were things that she still didn't know despite living in this sex saturated society... <span>and I liked that.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span>I could have told her the truth and answered her question but something in me made me shrug and say, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">"Momo you crack me up." </span><span><br /><br />She dropped it and seemed content that I wasn't going to give her any more details. The subject eventually changed and we giggled about other things as we drove home. Poor Momo was none the wiser.<br /><br />I sometimes wonder if I should tell her the truth. I have the opportunity every once in a while, when she will bring it up again by saying something like, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">"I just don't understand why people would want to rub their buttholes together".<br /><br /></span><span>And after I get up off the floor from laughing my guts out, I think about how much I cherish the bits of innocence that still remain in my kids...<br /><br />and this my bloggy friends, makes me laugh and smile and keep my mouth shut.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-87642823256783790562010-11-02T18:02:00.001-07:002010-11-02T18:02:40.158-07:00The Kid is a FruitAs you know, my kids are "nicknamed" after fruit.<br /><br />One of my very first posts was about <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2008/11/peach-by-any-other-name.html">how Momo got her nickname</a>. She carried this nickname since she was little then a few months into my blog it became her only name I used when writing. You see, Momo was a little p.o.'d that I was using her and Mango's "real names" so I had to rethink what I would call them while blogging.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9cC3aEDsb9dz0n2sJVhVs7JIViCGtSe3bLw0hcTVnqRl67oGRwupQhMtOZe0uaaEitvVoqIsDcV1-ScVw6RATGBnaqc4e4b4aKL6e6TiM-A7N2lf1Xl02Xnldvld8dS9UIc8igKmZFM/s1600/home-safety-for-seniors.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9cC3aEDsb9dz0n2sJVhVs7JIViCGtSe3bLw0hcTVnqRl67oGRwupQhMtOZe0uaaEitvVoqIsDcV1-ScVw6RATGBnaqc4e4b4aKL6e6TiM-A7N2lf1Xl02Xnldvld8dS9UIc8igKmZFM/s400/home-safety-for-seniors.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535104616803078322" border="0" /></a>Momo was an easy transition for me as I often did call the kid "Momo". Mango, on the other hand, was a bit trickier. For several years, we jokingly called Mango, "Coconut".. .since his head (and hair) looked like a little round coconut. Actually, my hubby HWMNBN used to joke and ask Mango if he wanted to go to the grocery store to visit his cousins in the produce aisle...we're cruel like that.<br /><br />Anyhow, over time we began to notice that Mango was a little different than the other kids...it wasn't just that he had a head that looked like a coconut, but rather, it was that he was really into showtunes, wearing long flowy wigs on Halloween and would rather act as my personal stylist at Nordstroms than go through a football with HWMNBN.<br /><br />We recalled an "old" SNL skit of a character named <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2008/12/undercover.html">"Mango"</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVj92MQ5DxpAvFh-tQOXCJmW8FENWJIeTTsg2e2Fn6ggzHckY9b44ixC0cOc3sbMjXBb0o0QTrnA_LEkQKeXN2gDgZVzGLTB3EhHvW8jK94H5Vjcz0JQ1AuN4__YUwHC_nebrE8bknm6w/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVj92MQ5DxpAvFh-tQOXCJmW8FENWJIeTTsg2e2Fn6ggzHckY9b44ixC0cOc3sbMjXBb0o0QTrnA_LEkQKeXN2gDgZVzGLTB3EhHvW8jK94H5Vjcz0JQ1AuN4__YUwHC_nebrE8bknm6w/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535107338430265538" border="0" /></a>And a new nickname was born.<br /><br />You see, mango is a type of fruit, and "Mango" IS a fruit...<br /><br />We've known for years (or at least suspected) that Mango was gay and when he finally came out 4 years ago (at the ripe age of 12), I wanted to throw him a party.<br /><br />I'm like Kathy Griffin that way...I just love the gays. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrOeVb4cTTgmtqTe6VgmrWv6A5Djt-wi1pOzJjlMuV1JImkFPZ5uemWF7nbuVj5M4lZD3VT46wCFWjvWRNHEavgpHWbKbL6TI_0hNuVF2nw7TuadTJEjNcaOb0fs31JoYE7ER6pu1304/s1600/Griffin_Backx390.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrOeVb4cTTgmtqTe6VgmrWv6A5Djt-wi1pOzJjlMuV1JImkFPZ5uemWF7nbuVj5M4lZD3VT46wCFWjvWRNHEavgpHWbKbL6TI_0hNuVF2nw7TuadTJEjNcaOb0fs31JoYE7ER6pu1304/s400/Griffin_Backx390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535103621200062978" border="0" /></a> The whole point of this post is not to out Mango (though he gave me permission to out him on my blog as he's pretty much out in every realm anyway) but rather to say that I am so happy that Mango is my son and not someone else's.<br /><br />There are so many reasons for this, but a big part is that in our house, his gayness is just one more great thing about him. He is great, cute and gay and we love him.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxo1VUu6H4M5MNz5zv8r8Bn4zBZ5cqIglPTegZNgRB7R8k1my-cFqkLrxe-cCgpJ4BgA9Wav6d-JRCcLnidFvSnqPF4O4ODEhfBwoT17KkVwwYpM8dLKjTLCYI3qT20vKG0xHpdIgGkg/s1600/luvwrong.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxo1VUu6H4M5MNz5zv8r8Bn4zBZ5cqIglPTegZNgRB7R8k1my-cFqkLrxe-cCgpJ4BgA9Wav6d-JRCcLnidFvSnqPF4O4ODEhfBwoT17KkVwwYpM8dLKjTLCYI3qT20vKG0xHpdIgGkg/s400/luvwrong.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535108696995376706" border="0" /></a>His sexuality will never be an issue, he never has to feel bad or unsure about who is. He can talk about crushes, bring home his boyfriends and paint his nails with Momo. He knows we have his back and that when he grows up, he is going to have the most fabulously gay wedding and we will help him figure out how he can have kids.<br /><br />Mango is a lucky kid I think...there are a lot out there whose parents aren't like us. We have met them and it breaks my heart.<br /><br />But before I get too sad, I have to send you off with a little promise. 1. I promise to let you all know how I handled the <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-folks.html">anal sex question from Momo</a> and 2. I have to tell you how Mango came out...it was FREAKIN' HILARIOUS!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-47130813826997321792010-11-01T14:00:00.000-07:002010-11-01T14:46:16.035-07:00As Told By MangoI just ran across some photos which were taken last year right after Mango had his wisdom teeth pulled.<br /><br />I did not feel very well today, so Mango (via his post op pictures) is going to help demonstrate what I was going through.<br /><br />I woke about 20 minutes late this morning and though I was feeling a bit sluggish, I could see the sun coming up, the house was cozy and Charlie (the puppy) was snoring so I was sure I could get a nice shower without interruptions...It appeared to be a good day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU3zedt9ErcFA3aC3XC1eS13nTqDzjchhFXwkuQ2EJGLsD2KV63G4EXJw4L3S9sH7b37ApPvQE67oLlaeAqqvMaEivBEeFQy2ZSLLlCOHu_USHdy7fJ6tpl1Cl03Jpy3JHamKkqaSLF4/s1600/P1020503.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMU3zedt9ErcFA3aC3XC1eS13nTqDzjchhFXwkuQ2EJGLsD2KV63G4EXJw4L3S9sH7b37ApPvQE67oLlaeAqqvMaEivBEeFQy2ZSLLlCOHu_USHdy7fJ6tpl1Cl03Jpy3JHamKkqaSLF4/s400/P1020503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534689984431541106" border="0" /></a>I got through the shower and as I rushed through my morning routine I noticed that I was feeling a bit dizzy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBx2yXQTGY2BXQnRglQNpiQJJvOaqZx9xfVeaUIKZ55sNT69y7iNoGnIn2nzgGm5SHpiDJKhXhxfVBTKlCGSgNbU3TKJ53HR3z6ooK_CrbEyg7a9y_Ix86zu_PciHja-rEFm-NJYpmVg/s1600/P1020502.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBx2yXQTGY2BXQnRglQNpiQJJvOaqZx9xfVeaUIKZ55sNT69y7iNoGnIn2nzgGm5SHpiDJKhXhxfVBTKlCGSgNbU3TKJ53HR3z6ooK_CrbEyg7a9y_Ix86zu_PciHja-rEFm-NJYpmVg/s400/P1020502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534689978953612242" border="0" /></a>Despite the ickyness, I drove to work, handed Charlie over to Grandma for the day, drank some tea and tried to get though my morning meeting and a couple of clients. The whole time I felt a bit like I was drunk (I had some serious vertigo accompanied by some nausea).<br /><br />By the time 11 a.m. rolled around, the nurse who works across from me asked if I was okay "because I was looking a little green". Ughhhh.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDkYGUTDIT7vOJUYlUhq02pJCBMm9QnSVhKhd6x4SddlsfcK0iotGXwYsxcChh6brmoLlZqBtH4He8Vv6gNMNdiU4lP_3lY3fbF1ERWIJ_KgCjspndzbsv65riCp2ul6E7oqZ2proRJw/s1600/P1020508.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDkYGUTDIT7vOJUYlUhq02pJCBMm9QnSVhKhd6x4SddlsfcK0iotGXwYsxcChh6brmoLlZqBtH4He8Vv6gNMNdiU4lP_3lY3fbF1ERWIJ_KgCjspndzbsv65riCp2ul6E7oqZ2proRJw/s400/P1020508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534692454869511074" border="0" /></a> Luckily my 3rd client of the day was someone I have been seeing for a while so I checked in with him and told him we would have to reschedule. At this point, I hightailed it out of my office.<br /><br />I don't remember much about the drive home but once I got here, I passed out on the very same couch Mango can be seen on in these pics...and I probably looked just like this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AEk3JTlbU3tA6ddGtZenGptwvulA5ePcgHoeTylJBbVVmHFVorBnlzwoYPmqN2wR3fL2mMDUVAHGx5lIKWDTDjG90EVPHkhFYNMnDeWWyXxTfx8NMNqub4PIQ4ML2uJvoCN1V4zneTE/s1600/P1020507.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AEk3JTlbU3tA6ddGtZenGptwvulA5ePcgHoeTylJBbVVmHFVorBnlzwoYPmqN2wR3fL2mMDUVAHGx5lIKWDTDjG90EVPHkhFYNMnDeWWyXxTfx8NMNqub4PIQ4ML2uJvoCN1V4zneTE/s400/P1020507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534692460520370674" border="0" /></a><br />Then this...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmefdp6SZYyAIlW4BslYLRv4tN3N4WwIMIeqw_ueSedULuGI6Q1Z558sVTkrzoYUCDrHzACjX6lD8IHiJckRBa_Cv0BfUBV6N0G7ex95vFSw_c-VsLtfZp4cTdM8o8iIvrcOSkLJa0WQ/s1600/P1020509.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmefdp6SZYyAIlW4BslYLRv4tN3N4WwIMIeqw_ueSedULuGI6Q1Z558sVTkrzoYUCDrHzACjX6lD8IHiJckRBa_Cv0BfUBV6N0G7ex95vFSw_c-VsLtfZp4cTdM8o8iIvrcOSkLJa0WQ/s400/P1020509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534689978725749138" border="0" /></a><br />And eventually, after a nice long rest... I was feeling a bit better.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPA0EFrUOrF_Lr1mBZeSrbE3X16Vd48l0wWjbihnznt0kSCzgOp28HzT1v2fmQtVBKABrkrFQ3P7cS6hqczT6a31xwtzAfMK_AfTvy1X0BY9KgN59VJskavi-jUM9Glej8cbyNP_rFXrY/s1600/P1020511.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPA0EFrUOrF_Lr1mBZeSrbE3X16Vd48l0wWjbihnznt0kSCzgOp28HzT1v2fmQtVBKABrkrFQ3P7cS6hqczT6a31xwtzAfMK_AfTvy1X0BY9KgN59VJskavi-jUM9Glej8cbyNP_rFXrY/s400/P1020511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534692477397390754" border="0" /></a>I'm not sure what was ailing me, and I still feel a little icky BUT I have a WHOLE bunch of work to get done before tomorrow so cross your fingers for me that I keep on, keepin' on.<br /><br />BTW: If you ever see Mango around, please don't tell him about this post. He might disown me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-23305466865907984012010-10-31T11:27:00.000-07:002010-10-31T12:03:02.405-07:00Happy HalloweenWoke up at 6am this morning thanks to my little nightmare, Charlie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhgIMLEAxp6ayYgtAC_6EMuiGvEHWABOkNzrRvbaljzcCxbPa4eHvwpoWeBQhST-8SjMs5J2uAPlhHQb8KdSstlTNkLfUlLMqiGNrqyvtrpLAAVfzPhKJegrYKnDIURCzOkDfE_vndo4/s1600/P1040135.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhgIMLEAxp6ayYgtAC_6EMuiGvEHWABOkNzrRvbaljzcCxbPa4eHvwpoWeBQhST-8SjMs5J2uAPlhHQb8KdSstlTNkLfUlLMqiGNrqyvtrpLAAVfzPhKJegrYKnDIURCzOkDfE_vndo4/s400/P1040135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279155870742354" border="0" /></a>Being that he looks like a stuffed animal and acts like a baby, for Halloween Charlie is planning to dress up as a real dog...<br /><br />As for the weirdos, Mango is going as a hippie (pics to come) and Momo is going on her 3rd costume. First, she was Robin hood (for school), then she was Bellatrix Lestrange ( for a Harry Potter party), and tonight I think she is going to be Tonks (from Harry Potter) OR a Gold Digger (yes, you heard right).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She ain't </span><span style="font-style: italic;">nothing but a gold digger, she ain't messing with no broke, broke...</span><br /><br />Anyways, I will let you all know what she chooses. For now, I only have a pic of her in the Bellatrix costume. Here she is with her friend who is dressed as Harry Potter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJjLlEMtidXMfiUc57WC_jXRb9sV7WsspefKpZsYySj5ZXVNPf8PRBr2AJjmHPzW-5DSSo1BMHiKaeAIS4FDwKsDM3J1JWyTTpquvnQPwEWT-BHnoDPHT3001VGOb-m2j12eyhMYKMvg/s1600/P1040118.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibJjLlEMtidXMfiUc57WC_jXRb9sV7WsspefKpZsYySj5ZXVNPf8PRBr2AJjmHPzW-5DSSo1BMHiKaeAIS4FDwKsDM3J1JWyTTpquvnQPwEWT-BHnoDPHT3001VGOb-m2j12eyhMYKMvg/s400/P1040118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534281276596712514" border="0" /></a><br />I think Momo's costume came out pretty good though I think she looks more like me in high school than Bellatrix Lestrange. That's my prom dress after all...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKIhdzekXVQUnCt5iHc50EFKOIGS6V4DA3eNTjXzkBc5HcTo4tqgl0INjbmm3OzlDEHtdLlTu6twpd4dhS6fAIAiVMwB4JlZkfWsGxxf81HpGeb_DKRE_cg7d2qNEqH86vc2nHaRTmeI/s1600/P1040117.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKIhdzekXVQUnCt5iHc50EFKOIGS6V4DA3eNTjXzkBc5HcTo4tqgl0INjbmm3OzlDEHtdLlTu6twpd4dhS6fAIAiVMwB4JlZkfWsGxxf81HpGeb_DKRE_cg7d2qNEqH86vc2nHaRTmeI/s400/P1040117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534281821011699314" border="0" /></a>We love Halloween around here, or for that matter, any excuse to get into costume.<br /><br />So on that note, I hope you all dress up and I want to wish you all a Happy Halloween from my weirdo family to yours!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjme6vMO2eEemNBdZ3463x-8h4bzvjZZGwqTt_HmmyVkPKYc7GB_306PVJ_U6TjifB1PlO0WM4_J7luDVTsq5nUM1EAQTmUZ1sKlLbYIGftb-FLu8RK6kj5EF8wqWCzSbUskmMwBeVU04s/s1600/P1040171.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjme6vMO2eEemNBdZ3463x-8h4bzvjZZGwqTt_HmmyVkPKYc7GB_306PVJ_U6TjifB1PlO0WM4_J7luDVTsq5nUM1EAQTmUZ1sKlLbYIGftb-FLu8RK6kj5EF8wqWCzSbUskmMwBeVU04s/s400/P1040171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534286152505964290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">p.s. Momo carved the "Hello Kitty" pumpkin...I think it looks pretty cool don't you?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-64078729519888417082010-10-30T09:03:00.000-07:002010-10-30T16:16:22.543-07:00Seriously folks...I am back.<br /><br />I promise.<br /><br />I am planning to participate in <a href="http://www.nablopomo.com/">NABLOPOMO</a> starting in two days, and with that I am committing to post on my blog EVERY day of the month of November.<br /><br />I miss blogging, and think about it all the time...especially when we are driving down the 405 freeway, in the midst of L.A. traffic and Momo asks me things like:<br /><br />"Mom, how do people have anal sex? I mean, do they like spread their cheeks and rub their buttholes together?"<br /><br />Yeah, that's my life...and I am gonna share it with you!<br /><br />Are you up for it?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-67834024121866156032010-05-15T13:06:00.001-07:002010-05-15T13:29:24.013-07:00Sesame GagaWhen I was little, my mom got a lot of inspiration from Sesame Street.<br /><br />She took me to the beach and let me feast like cookie monster.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2FUFOuuGQOBn1XxaMMrHWT6wc7GvN_VRVFo253zYddthXvs5p_h9gz42tF8EDLbVl6lxzte8qJ-70fHFvWUS0ruklF5z2JOXtL6d5HjHkXkwOYu-1sGrGbpB2RISd-OYk1UoBdxGRaI/s1600/m_b773a50421eee09d984d860d048879eb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2FUFOuuGQOBn1XxaMMrHWT6wc7GvN_VRVFo253zYddthXvs5p_h9gz42tF8EDLbVl6lxzte8qJ-70fHFvWUS0ruklF5z2JOXtL6d5HjHkXkwOYu-1sGrGbpB2RISd-OYk1UoBdxGRaI/s400/m_b773a50421eee09d984d860d048879eb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471590917224363282" border="0" /></a>She dressed me like Ernie (ala Ernie and Bert) and stuck me in a box like Oscar the Grouch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7rLEQlqTAtbBSbydRauhluT-w5lxOkKpGijgoOTF0sQxSFQ309fwBr-LdopiPWEvZqL5876R0Pl_Sqzm5LICJ1Ep10Re1VS4SnT59Rk_dFUsc9ucx6iF6PDq73e7bf5Np79EpUqu8Hk/s1600/m_92998ec7c9365c649e757cd9340e9825.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7rLEQlqTAtbBSbydRauhluT-w5lxOkKpGijgoOTF0sQxSFQ309fwBr-LdopiPWEvZqL5876R0Pl_Sqzm5LICJ1Ep10Re1VS4SnT59Rk_dFUsc9ucx6iF6PDq73e7bf5Np79EpUqu8Hk/s400/m_92998ec7c9365c649e757cd9340e9825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471591205412061058" border="0" /></a>And as I got older, she let me express myself in my "death rock" garb in homage to The Count (that's me in the lower left...don't laugh!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gHMl59bMT3Zn7kQi1kn18idmYZUam4atRVpDv9dJFKJjoe4ZjJVBr4g07YZLbbMvd3KfdZoGN6_iGuKkkwHjw2aCLAmXkavESJTCaWPMpUi340Ppo7EmJrhmoBXv6wsF9PIhHbupvFk/s1600/l_1541b2278b3cf353d4ee17494510db6e.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gHMl59bMT3Zn7kQi1kn18idmYZUam4atRVpDv9dJFKJjoe4ZjJVBr4g07YZLbbMvd3KfdZoGN6_iGuKkkwHjw2aCLAmXkavESJTCaWPMpUi340Ppo7EmJrhmoBXv6wsF9PIhHbupvFk/s400/l_1541b2278b3cf353d4ee17494510db6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471592865306563010" border="0" /></a><br />Anyways, my weirdo's have their own sources of inspiration that influence their actions and attire.<br /><br />You see, they Vogue like Madonna.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFkgaJETH1Ql8goLFkkttUctOOytnFrKHYK_2QqIapv4CAdDLs9rgnCZnKkBoob42E1aWD36L-k1Iv_d53SyhuMRMNKzdRufEu_hH6JvFwjLyVMb-N1i45x-3P-73QkLnxCzVOLduXzg/s1600/P1010873.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFkgaJETH1Ql8goLFkkttUctOOytnFrKHYK_2QqIapv4CAdDLs9rgnCZnKkBoob42E1aWD36L-k1Iv_d53SyhuMRMNKzdRufEu_hH6JvFwjLyVMb-N1i45x-3P-73QkLnxCzVOLduXzg/s400/P1010873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471594277049730738" border="0" /></a><br />And, mad dog like Billy the Kid and Annie Oakley<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsg9VPyJH685edmToLy9zXuT8wf0-OQCu5X0Rou3eMHHnGv4aL1E85D-mXHLkbM2j5Slxukft8lJZ9Ox2XwyUe6ugJcISnTPWgtKDihI3qqtNNancDNX5tY0JahOBjyINEnFP27vmNNDs/s1600/l_77d2fdfc648fb3ef610ac98762343a06.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsg9VPyJH685edmToLy9zXuT8wf0-OQCu5X0Rou3eMHHnGv4aL1E85D-mXHLkbM2j5Slxukft8lJZ9Ox2XwyUe6ugJcISnTPWgtKDihI3qqtNNancDNX5tY0JahOBjyINEnFP27vmNNDs/s400/l_77d2fdfc648fb3ef610ac98762343a06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471595413252064626" border="0" /></a>Mango, of course, is an aspiring Abercrombie Model and we all know that Momo is a total rockstar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqPAXj15DOzh6Fai3rpVOjKTWPerhVktFK0l2zabZz7Y9su29HCtt5xeQFbgCYHGMN0FMRhGh82ERJFaHdc2c5hTT4lPzMNh_Mkaj0l8hNlPeQLIlXp42XU87dm1BDGQRXyERevvh3VI/s1600/P1030482.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqPAXj15DOzh6Fai3rpVOjKTWPerhVktFK0l2zabZz7Y9su29HCtt5xeQFbgCYHGMN0FMRhGh82ERJFaHdc2c5hTT4lPzMNh_Mkaj0l8hNlPeQLIlXp42XU87dm1BDGQRXyERevvh3VI/s400/P1030482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471591214673879266" border="0" /></a>I mean, just the other day she dressed as Lady Gaga for school...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wdvrgiz8Ok3nj8ac6cPIU0UpP8S9W_WX9lVXri_mK18Xkgehy8_mroOPMy8YJfefFLwsYgu9WpYNnKG3qGpRcauXEGaxe5lB2haRuI0NsUQMfwsW8YHdVP3V5I5ubPZvWoaWh9DVUXw/s1600/32210_121241014567298_100000442010773_197675_292365_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wdvrgiz8Ok3nj8ac6cPIU0UpP8S9W_WX9lVXri_mK18Xkgehy8_mroOPMy8YJfefFLwsYgu9WpYNnKG3qGpRcauXEGaxe5lB2haRuI0NsUQMfwsW8YHdVP3V5I5ubPZvWoaWh9DVUXw/s400/32210_121241014567298_100000442010773_197675_292365_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471591369354263986" border="0" /></a>And she totally rocked the look.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-54676279517485568282010-05-13T08:54:00.000-07:002010-10-30T11:37:37.842-07:00Vegan MamaHELLOOOOO OUT THERE!!!!<br />It's been so long my friends! I have been up to my neck in grading, teaching, team-momming etc... I have missed my bloggie universe and my friends!I have so much to tell you, but I have to go to work right now (I am procrastinating, big time).<br />Things I want to blog about in the next few weeks:<br />1. I became Vegan about 2 and a half months ago...you gotta hear about it...really<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFslceexxzcjJgBQXNall8LvTRVD6kAOnMVt2sRt1QCCKwCLow5g_I_va_NhnNYJi6iCfVpIQguwwuRHe3RQhZwjvE4aKXOvTebFpGr9dZ5749OamAr0y8wuG9jHSntIpP0ydbVm-45o/s1600/BaconMom1XL.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFslceexxzcjJgBQXNall8LvTRVD6kAOnMVt2sRt1QCCKwCLow5g_I_va_NhnNYJi6iCfVpIQguwwuRHe3RQhZwjvE4aKXOvTebFpGr9dZ5749OamAr0y8wuG9jHSntIpP0ydbVm-45o/s400/BaconMom1XL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470787836070422002" border="0" /></a><br />2. Momo is turning 13 in a week YIKES!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuKTF7sA6jNbiehlsbN2vzSZZ6Sf55F-jOkHtIDr11Fa_-vXJ7STBIcUElr8nYWaGEZbJWtVt7K2Grs1jSkvtKgoOWWGNLgmFl3SfQ7gFajewFLeaRCjnaoQYfaQBDAQgf_1VhW9Krdw/s1600/P1030495.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuKTF7sA6jNbiehlsbN2vzSZZ6Sf55F-jOkHtIDr11Fa_-vXJ7STBIcUElr8nYWaGEZbJWtVt7K2Grs1jSkvtKgoOWWGNLgmFl3SfQ7gFajewFLeaRCjnaoQYfaQBDAQgf_1VhW9Krdw/s400/P1030495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470788725959574946" border="0" /></a>3. I think I want to drop out of society and live on a hippie commune...(delusions from no meat?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9qbBZothqZxCAu2jgSRbmPm728Oa19ttnS690cRY7fiSTS9TzznwRN2beLtKgeIAhtV_AUaGx5WP_bdlquTGyO_zb_0sSrHCEW-p2XYkpeE12Dp61uFu643kLcU1rSOek0Kc06BKIvk/s1600/hippie_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9qbBZothqZxCAu2jgSRbmPm728Oa19ttnS690cRY7fiSTS9TzznwRN2beLtKgeIAhtV_AUaGx5WP_bdlquTGyO_zb_0sSrHCEW-p2XYkpeE12Dp61uFu643kLcU1rSOek0Kc06BKIvk/s400/hippie_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470788959083360770" border="0" /></a>4. My kids are weirdo's and there are lots of weirdo stories to share .<br /><br />So much to say, so little time.<br /><br />I will be back SOON...I PROMISE!<br /><br />Gotta run!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-73385663051467296172010-01-03T17:18:00.000-08:002010-01-03T17:51:37.904-08:00Abercrombie ModelMango wants to be an Abercrombie model...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDY8C9P-vLmqbgwFhVhbGYSrgD01Lc2YpFO4jP63yte93giMQXaVEs07KpKbnKWDr6prXPazxWnuE9pgvOT9lD-TIgFkBKfQF6gr2mLOkaZ6fsKZ1rLwOZ7Xur8OeXJDDNNiC3L_8vxD4/s1600-h/P1020919.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDY8C9P-vLmqbgwFhVhbGYSrgD01Lc2YpFO4jP63yte93giMQXaVEs07KpKbnKWDr6prXPazxWnuE9pgvOT9lD-TIgFkBKfQF6gr2mLOkaZ6fsKZ1rLwOZ7Xur8OeXJDDNNiC3L_8vxD4/s400/P1020919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422690239305527458" border="0" /></a>Tell him he has pretty eyes and his response will be:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSw-KH2iJnp95iqxdmmbotp4_51ISqtFboPqnXxFnkOIxpXFDznFMNjs09cjDTolpe2Ro_hrMz69Qwya7Q6cD6MgD26g97hqWR4MXxsaJfDCh7vDAkBthvVEWg7DLvEHbcasOJc3UtfHo/s1600-h/P1030031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSw-KH2iJnp95iqxdmmbotp4_51ISqtFboPqnXxFnkOIxpXFDznFMNjs09cjDTolpe2Ro_hrMz69Qwya7Q6cD6MgD26g97hqWR4MXxsaJfDCh7vDAkBthvVEWg7DLvEHbcasOJc3UtfHo/s400/P1030031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422690221627426242" border="0" /></a><br />Tell him he has an awesome tan and his response will be:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It's natural</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdnAucSwm6rVz4iTW5ZHLAoMTodnb-AsSGc8An4HcHODC9_nsuuRQ5ZpDwBT8SxkT-iV8whKcEa7BCfJDeQN-LJKoV9t9QMQrs2cD6NOWJqrwhoS95oXW3-iOIhd-4S0TzIfh2Et4rUo/s1600-h/P1020902.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbdnAucSwm6rVz4iTW5ZHLAoMTodnb-AsSGc8An4HcHODC9_nsuuRQ5ZpDwBT8SxkT-iV8whKcEa7BCfJDeQN-LJKoV9t9QMQrs2cD6NOWJqrwhoS95oXW3-iOIhd-4S0TzIfh2Et4rUo/s400/P1020902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422690228201384946" border="0" /></a><br />Tell him he has a great body and his response will be:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah...I work out</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonS7DkUGJcI4L-jtvCfMkLrjOCjXO_XCt3TnvsvwteG5rIqlJPQlGOHVcEaarOxYLlQ-61_CMOl6G-QFjc1LrW3zntxJQ9qdJdNgXtVFZgZxa25LpZWbRoR3kfZzKM8R23gw61vsss1c/s1600-h/P1020707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonS7DkUGJcI4L-jtvCfMkLrjOCjXO_XCt3TnvsvwteG5rIqlJPQlGOHVcEaarOxYLlQ-61_CMOl6G-QFjc1LrW3zntxJQ9qdJdNgXtVFZgZxa25LpZWbRoR3kfZzKM8R23gw61vsss1c/s400/P1020707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422691875378129938" border="0" /></a>I'm telling you, the kid is vain...<br /><br />His self proclaimed nickname is:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Hotness</span><br /><br />Good thing we can now add one more title to sir <span style="font-style: italic;">Hotness...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bY30yvOU0pnZTEjfmANdSr6wyrF9QwxU1fPfFuKK_uva0_pdskM2spcaCIbXmw_CXHAbTUdrRWT5-fKP3M-yWybVg0QU8Ah-nFjxt-JJmlw15x5-qJl27jYmdGAE28E1s7fNxXfVs1w/s1600-h/P1020950.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bY30yvOU0pnZTEjfmANdSr6wyrF9QwxU1fPfFuKK_uva0_pdskM2spcaCIbXmw_CXHAbTUdrRWT5-fKP3M-yWybVg0QU8Ah-nFjxt-JJmlw15x5-qJl27jYmdGAE28E1s7fNxXfVs1w/s400/P1020950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422690255327374498" border="0" /></a>He ia a total <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2FMdOLyRcA&feature=related">Gleek</a> ! <br /><br />So...Happy New Year from <span style="font-style: italic;">Sir Hotness the Gleek</span> and the rest of us weirdos!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-64709394104024573882009-12-07T00:06:00.000-08:002009-12-07T00:10:38.382-08:00Re-deployedRemember the story I told last year, about my friends whose husband came back from Iraq and surprised the kids when they were visiting Santa at the Mall? <br /><br />You can read the story <a href="http://momo-mama.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-tear-jerker.html">here</a><br /><br />Anyways...the father/husband in the story has been redeployed (just before Thanksgiving) and will be gone for another 11 months.<br /><br />This really makes me sad...and angry...<br /><br />And wishing those kids would have their daddy here for Christmas this year...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-90212077797069991792009-11-19T09:42:00.000-08:002009-11-19T09:50:32.577-08:00Mango and his date(s)<span style="font-style: italic;">Things I'll have to tell you about it later...</span><br /><br />1. Yesterday was Mango's B-day.<br />2. Mango won an award at his Water Polo banquet last night<br />3. We are heading off to Disneyland today..YIPEE!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />And most importantly</span><br /><br />4. Mango went to Homecoming last weekend and had 5 dates... then spent the night with them...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZQs7kpD6NNG5EOIOhKf1Jf3kFRMHhTM0D3nPe50sSPkctY1qNc9n0R23HTwaLXlwl9Kz_RTPZkYZGqLmQN1zsKR0EfivreLq8qrQzv8f2UaZsnl9QqR57bs9dRplkZxAwbKK5s0vgWA/s1600/P1020735.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZQs7kpD6NNG5EOIOhKf1Jf3kFRMHhTM0D3nPe50sSPkctY1qNc9n0R23HTwaLXlwl9Kz_RTPZkYZGqLmQN1zsKR0EfivreLq8qrQzv8f2UaZsnl9QqR57bs9dRplkZxAwbKK5s0vgWA/s400/P1020735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405872257300337186" border="0" /></a>Full story, coming soon...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340075844448654434.post-58434704589923367212009-11-03T09:02:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:44:22.058-08:00Harro...Japan CallingI am missing Japan today...<br /><br />I miss the history and culture that surrounds you,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16adSYLezeMKXSSY8SRb9a5c3NAmzV79eTKYHKdwStG1BeR6Ox_WliV9_AyOtQGlduNcAwjdlElYYYFHgGfyEkK8PjHLsc0JuCvD4IE21I_rU7BnN8-6icEJg6CI-M7KH8CVSEih0MWg/s1600-h/P1010532.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16adSYLezeMKXSSY8SRb9a5c3NAmzV79eTKYHKdwStG1BeR6Ox_WliV9_AyOtQGlduNcAwjdlElYYYFHgGfyEkK8PjHLsc0JuCvD4IE21I_rU7BnN8-6icEJg6CI-M7KH8CVSEih0MWg/s400/P1010532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927494291322658" border="0" /></a>Really, there is SO much history...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-ecnptgWXRpq1JQMzU5JSqrjJlrhVMqrZk3of046It1CI4BPnkfjwtTk5Tm-NfHokxeSBPBXphYEbjJIRMw2rzOnERzsP89or1yq5FfOdlhigVROnwqqIF2WmIXi04OOndg4nka3b2A/s1600-h/P1010503.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-ecnptgWXRpq1JQMzU5JSqrjJlrhVMqrZk3of046It1CI4BPnkfjwtTk5Tm-NfHokxeSBPBXphYEbjJIRMw2rzOnERzsP89or1yq5FfOdlhigVROnwqqIF2WmIXi04OOndg4nka3b2A/s400/P1010503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399931369463615154" border="0" /></a>The time we spend with family when we are there,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumrI2ZkMM5iYB1RZUoIaTDrvoOf0uW7tB59U8SCghy0Q1rYi-GlvlzlguYsHsQQarg3YrHdykV4fCc9BE_5ZMZRdIFjC5oHQl5iLxH0_zRQ2zEeOE-YcEXwQPASgjUznm5lza4T-zN5s/s1600-h/P1020095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumrI2ZkMM5iYB1RZUoIaTDrvoOf0uW7tB59U8SCghy0Q1rYi-GlvlzlguYsHsQQarg3YrHdykV4fCc9BE_5ZMZRdIFjC5oHQl5iLxH0_zRQ2zEeOE-YcEXwQPASgjUznm5lza4T-zN5s/s400/P1020095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927492271229234" border="0" /></a>Like my grandma...(Momo loves hanging with her great grandma)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW89YGFmwKsB2yoC6TRCJ1Fx7YCSW2nDi0Go0XzAMSDrD_j89a1qzB7rS78YgBLo7AuIIy8XMo7pHdO3G7qiG9eoL1Xpm1EMNxPSHyvbvLeHz7XXxVICEJAuFLlShkDC1gUdQrHonBd7U/s1600-h/P1000970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW89YGFmwKsB2yoC6TRCJ1Fx7YCSW2nDi0Go0XzAMSDrD_j89a1qzB7rS78YgBLo7AuIIy8XMo7pHdO3G7qiG9eoL1Xpm1EMNxPSHyvbvLeHz7XXxVICEJAuFLlShkDC1gUdQrHonBd7U/s400/P1000970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399931363345629186" border="0" /></a>And my uncle, the high fashion photographer...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">who, just the day before this photo, was busy shooting a cover for J.Lo </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_Wq0fGkY92wlzdjTspsR-VBgvyfJFTIUTyaedr8-425raHoeLhwu2Blw2rHYgKGbHpq6OaFd1aVY_QGRu0UrUhYfXedc9a37bfFqMOrMfv_oi7x2PIOUJINK6BJJXLMJsgH_0073H9E/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_Wq0fGkY92wlzdjTspsR-VBgvyfJFTIUTyaedr8-425raHoeLhwu2Blw2rHYgKGbHpq6OaFd1aVY_QGRu0UrUhYfXedc9a37bfFqMOrMfv_oi7x2PIOUJINK6BJJXLMJsgH_0073H9E/s400/P1010143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399931358407753074" border="0" /></a>And I miss the food...<br />dear gawd...I miss the FOOD!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInUC6QmgA8aua3Cm9rx_PZ8je4CX9Gm8_Dnn0AVmWa4__c3oR5DXwTukoaH99jNVIUvQ3AV3XNisBkX1qVK05cOzSDJ2ZTb8an_7dVdfOUZKiAJJyiatLrJFJ2cy2OQ82mPx9gPaurPA/s1600-h/P1010375.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInUC6QmgA8aua3Cm9rx_PZ8je4CX9Gm8_Dnn0AVmWa4__c3oR5DXwTukoaH99jNVIUvQ3AV3XNisBkX1qVK05cOzSDJ2ZTb8an_7dVdfOUZKiAJJyiatLrJFJ2cy2OQ82mPx9gPaurPA/s400/P1010375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399927486083144562" border="0" /></a>Yum...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0MbW9LGJkisrIF1D3sACG-gnEn_O0M1NkjcIXcudOIiJllyD7GS5owZtfIIq9xbUE4Im9YN3GRmqxv4DYwH6ITIKrPWiIEhxUEXmgGUvkPpoajd9q5jVNQJFHJPZUKvq8WKtT_j0thU/s1600-h/P1020087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0MbW9LGJkisrIF1D3sACG-gnEn_O0M1NkjcIXcudOIiJllyD7GS5owZtfIIq9xbUE4Im9YN3GRmqxv4DYwH6ITIKrPWiIEhxUEXmgGUvkPpoajd9q5jVNQJFHJPZUKvq8WKtT_j0thU/s400/P1020087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924886636992930" border="0" /></a>And the shopping (at both cheap and chic stores)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOefXFO1CGkJuGxPySCCJBha7mQU5z7oj2NNK_j2NNMOtXumUF0UgTFuBfsWXIpPO5B-QNhucok994lZLk3Q5VPLQz6VG1S8cmCfHrNvhENwZb62qkcNEqhEx71eKHgCTD6Tabil9eNU/s1600-h/P1020082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOefXFO1CGkJuGxPySCCJBha7mQU5z7oj2NNK_j2NNMOtXumUF0UgTFuBfsWXIpPO5B-QNhucok994lZLk3Q5VPLQz6VG1S8cmCfHrNvhENwZb62qkcNEqhEx71eKHgCTD6Tabil9eNU/s400/P1020082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924879042547234" border="0" /></a>The souvenir's that we inevitably buy every year for all the gai-jiin (foreigners) back home<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbHbaQxII_MtRKDrMuX8_5AQT8BGPkWCD8G_6l6SE-7vDju5AInyPxOwdsus1HCE-FcbBj2qhEU5gQfo6R9nAtUJoCGJsuV1S4gLN2jzQZmnKFyGYCjlRuDDaKW7ZdQPqkCC4OnMHxn4/s1600-h/P1010938.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbHbaQxII_MtRKDrMuX8_5AQT8BGPkWCD8G_6l6SE-7vDju5AInyPxOwdsus1HCE-FcbBj2qhEU5gQfo6R9nAtUJoCGJsuV1S4gLN2jzQZmnKFyGYCjlRuDDaKW7ZdQPqkCC4OnMHxn4/s400/P1010938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924876216935234" border="0" /></a>The transportation system...<br />(b/c I really love not driving everywhere I go)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oC-qdPGhrCJLS3W9ieGGToq4hGkrbNMjYqJv33aPpAQEW94TEbW3IjDT-eBPpCtGpShBIjWX38dp4j3i0YAkCEoZArpiRMnnzHMLiDHcFWJa9TgjCbtKcGABdwhTd4VTHR1BG3MSZew/s1600-h/P1010936.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oC-qdPGhrCJLS3W9ieGGToq4hGkrbNMjYqJv33aPpAQEW94TEbW3IjDT-eBPpCtGpShBIjWX38dp4j3i0YAkCEoZArpiRMnnzHMLiDHcFWJa9TgjCbtKcGABdwhTd4VTHR1BG3MSZew/s400/P1010936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924872945642434" border="0" /></a>The thick summer air...today I actually crave it<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK75-6XxAdc1umcQPCcgrIyRTnd0s1OYJyeVDinwX66qCp07RZEDK4jCFpppqxyZzPxoWelHnHQdCJIrBf6bYur6bu0toscuf62JF7sEPcFoo50-IfxvHvXY91FdsBKUM61F8XaaR1_JQ/s1600-h/P1010976.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK75-6XxAdc1umcQPCcgrIyRTnd0s1OYJyeVDinwX66qCp07RZEDK4jCFpppqxyZzPxoWelHnHQdCJIrBf6bYur6bu0toscuf62JF7sEPcFoo50-IfxvHvXY91FdsBKUM61F8XaaR1_JQ/s400/P1010976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924861727544530" border="0" /></a>And the condoms...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc00uG0x5wSC2Wb2vH5hTEEZYxxv0M2oKxQ91gdLeLeQjGKqWXdSCV4JPdIuAaBWfUMu6dXzA3d2rwnRFGBEhIMPaa3XNQ8tvFpOpZHBX7wPaHyan_KdMZNS0gYHAbBJzDtMPPVp0TmWk/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc00uG0x5wSC2Wb2vH5hTEEZYxxv0M2oKxQ91gdLeLeQjGKqWXdSCV4JPdIuAaBWfUMu6dXzA3d2rwnRFGBEhIMPaa3XNQ8tvFpOpZHBX7wPaHyan_KdMZNS0gYHAbBJzDtMPPVp0TmWk/s400/P1010047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399931348178608786" border="0" /></a>No...Not really...I don't miss the condoms, but you gotta read the signs...too funny!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6