Me And MJ

LaBev recently asked us all to share our yearbook pictures... I failed this mission miserably, which is a shame because I had not one, but TWO senior pictures.

The first portrait was taken right after a rousing game of baseball with the handicap kids I worked with. It was only about 108 degrees out and I wasn't only hitting, catching and pitching for everyone, but also slinging them over my shoulder and running bases with them. Good times. By the time I made it to my portrait appointment, I was a sweaty mess. Not sweaty pretty like this:

Just sweaty, sweaty. Not good.

I later rolled the picture dice again, at a different studio, who decided I should rest my hands on a grassy platform in front of a picturesque meadow backdrop. It looked a bit like this.

But still, I'm always game for a little "show me yours", so I destroyed my basement hunting for my missing yearbook and pissed away an entire day looking through all my old memorabilia.

I had no luck finding my yearbook, but I found plenty of other goodies that will probably make their way here to Mixed Nuts... eventually.

Until then, I couldn't resist but to unveil this one now. Yes, forget my senior portrait. I turned the way-back machine waaayyyyyyyy back for this beauty.

Did I mention I was a huge Micheal Jackson fan back in the day?

And yes, I still have that jacket.

Whole Lotta Love

Another rockin' weekend! Woot. But seriously, this one really rocked!

Some of you may remember that Joe and I went to see the band, Get The Led Out, last year... and they rocked!

No? You don't recall? Oh wait, maybe this will jaunt your memory...

Remember? And the lovely Lori educated us on the term mooseknuckle because she's awesome and a teacher - that's what she does.

We promised the Bevs and Team E&M that the band would not disappoint, so the 6 of us made a road trip to the House of Blues in Boston to rock out to some Led Zeppelin.

The girls rocked the back of the minivan while the guys got lost on the cattle-path streets of Boston sorted out directions and driving.


The show was AWESOME! GTLO rocked the hizzz-owse! If they are in your neck of the woods, go see 'em! Do it!
We already have plans to see them again in June... and we're workin' on a little after party with the band, complete with some acoustic jammin' on the beach. Hoot! I'll be playing a mean triangle!

But the best "damn I wish I had my camera" moment came after the show when Bev decided to photobomb join in a photo op with about 20 guys. As she struck her most awesome rockstar pose, a sea of 20 pairs of hands immediately gravitated to cop a feel towards LaBev, who spryly escaped, ungroped.

Rockin' friends, fabulous music... life is good.

Bing and Bong

Recently Joe and I were reminded of a TV show Joe and I Morgan was obsessed with when she was a wee tyke. "Tiny Planets" was a show that proved that kids' programs are really written and produced by masochistic druggies.

* the main characters are "Bing" and "Bong"... I guess "Puff" and "Stoner" would be too inappropriate.
* ALL the other characters are called Flockers. For those with toddlers, go ahead and ask them to say the word "Flockers". I'll wait. Nice, huh? Now imagine your kids cheering every morning "FAWKERS! FAWKERS! FAWKERS!"
* Bing and Bong travel the universe on their couch. Yeah, they like just sitting on their couch. And eating. They always seem to be hungry.
* And as if all of their creative might was spent on naming their characters, there is no dialogue. Bing, or Bong - really I don't know which is which- occasionally coos. Their writers ROCK.
* The big one wears a ManPurse ("It's a satchel!"). NTTAWWT. Oh wait, yes there is.

But despite the show making us look like horrible parents, (" No, Mrs. Pre-school Teacher, she was called little Timmy a 'Flocker' ") it was mesmerizing. We couldn't stop watching it. And their theme song is still stuck in my head all these years later. Catchy little diddy. Flockers!

So for it's lack of any real educational value, and it's rampant drug references, one has to wonder; who writes this stuff? And moreover, how do they get it actually produced and ON TV.



After about a year, Bing and Bong seemingly disappeared from the morning kiddie programing. And from the looks of it, is now being enjoyed in Germany. Tiny Planets and Hasselhoff, they take all our crap, don't they?

Wine and Wabbits

Cheers to a fabulous weekend!

Friday I had my dog publicly humiliated by dropping him off at the groomers for a full body buzz cut. When I arrived to pick him up, he walked out like a doomed dog.

"Oh Benji (uncontrollably laughing), you look so good."
"Shut up, Mala! Just get me to the car."
"But Benji, it's adora...."
"Car! Now! I don't want to talk about it. Oh, and sleep with one eye open, lady!"

And to add insult to injury, the groomer topped him off with a pink bow.
Before

And while Benji plotted my death sulked, I dumped him and the kids on Joe and hit the town with La Bev.

Bev and I enjoyed a deee-lish Italian dinner at a BYOW (bring your own wine - and we did!) restaurant.

Shortly after we arrived, the french-Canadian version of Betty White walked through the door. Bev and I did a double take and laughed uncontrollably. We lovingly renamed her Betty Blanche, and stealthy tried taking a picture of her, you know, to share with all of you.

Because we love you like that.

See, the queens of the sly! But damn my zoom-less camera phone! But take our word for it, she looked just like BETTY WHITE!... only Canadian.

No? Here, look through this wine glass.... see?

Moving on....

After licking our plates clean finishing our delightful meal, we each paid the bill...

* cue: sound of scratching record*

Yes, we each handed over our credit cards and therefore paying the bill twice! Sadly, we were too busy drinking wine giggling to realize this until the next morning when I woke up to realize our two entrees ( remember, we brought our own wine.) cost us about $90. It was good, but not $90 good!

So why don't we simply call the restaurant and straighten out the little snafu? Welllllllll, we kinda couldn't pass up the opportunity to fill out the comment card... and immediately flee- giggling at our own awesome-ness.

Awesome Fail!

Next we hit the movie theater to enjoy Hot Tub Time Machine. It was good and it didn't require any deep-thinking... so, it was good.
But because we started our evening rather early, the movie was done by 8:30pm. Yeah, way too early to call it a night! So I introduced Bev to an old hobby of mine from back in my broke college days; movie hopping. We decided to take in a double feature of mindless comedy, and followed HTTM with She's Out of my League.
We had some time before our second feature so we grabbed some popcorn and sat in on 10 minutes of The Crazies. Yeah, 10 minutes was about 11 minutes too much.

Fast forward to Easter.

The kids enjoyed our annual egg hunt. Beck's special friend, and former orphanage homegirl, Aidai came over for the festivities as well. It was wonderful seeing these two together again... a half a world away from where they started.
Ready, set, HUNT!




Benji had a little run-in with the Easter Bunny... oh when does the humiliation end!?

After all the Easter festivities, my Mom and I took a relaxing trail ride.

A perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

Hope you had a wonderful weekend too.

See Ya, Suckas!!!

Yeah, I probably won't be hangin' around here much anymore...

Like Old Hampshire, But New...

Jay-Z's song holds a special place in my heart, but this one is about my 'hood, yo!