Last Night I Was Celeb Couple Crushing

I adore the Garner-Afflecks.  Ok, I know no one actually goes by that name, though I am thinking about adopting it as my own now.  Because I just love Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck.  Some moments I want to be Jen’s best friend, sometimes I want them to adopt me as their fourth kid, other times I manifest an intention* for our children to meet and one day marry (Sera would be a great fit for my Gavin or even her son Sam and my Chloe).

Since none of those has yet happened, I resort to soaking up everything about this couple that they offer me up by way of the satellite cable company that beams their images into my house.  Last night’s Oscar show was a smorgasbord of G-A goodness.   Continue reading

A Life In Love With The Big Screen

You know how they say people with children don’t go to the movies?  Ian and I would never allow that to happen.  Even though our tastes in stories differ dramatically, there is always something that appeals to us both.  We compromise because we know the content is just as important as the experience.  Both of us have deep love for a dark room with a bright big screen, speakers at every angle, and of course a bag of buttery popcorn.

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Birthday hangover

The first sign that you’re old — you are worn out simply from exerting energy.  Don’t get me wrong, when I set out on Friday morning I was full of adrenaline.  Imagine a day with no kids, no work, just me and the hubby!

We went to an amazing brunch where we sipped Mimosas, spoke of travel and ate three courses at a leisurely pace.  Can you imagine?

I rocked my blow out:

and my green jeans:

It was a really great day.  The celebrating went into the weekend and I got to do more “adult” things in 3 days than I have all year.

1.  Saturday night dinner, complete with sushi and beer.  To be honest Ian and I used to do this regularly until he tore his Achilles tendon and has been laid up for the past 11 weeks. This was the perfect occasion to revive the experience.

2.  Movies.  Like in a theater.  With other grown-ups.  And popcorn.  And no sharing (don’t be jealous).  We saw Friends With Kids.  It was so-so.  And by so-so I mean Jennifer Westfeldt wrote and directed a somewhat interesting story with a really original concept, but she cannot act.  Not even a little bit.  I wonder if it was as painful as all her Botox injections.

3.  SLEEP!  I don’t know who read my blog – my kids or God, but I can assure you someone was on board.  We are talking minimal night wakings and 645 rise and shine times.  It was nothing short of glorious!

In the meantime I have ignored my blog, my friends blogs, Facebook, Twitter and, oh yes, my kids.  If you see them roaming around the city, please take good care of them.  And give them a kiss from mama.  I promise I will get my act together sometime this week.