Filed under: daily
“Expectation that’s not followed by action is not expectation… it’s just hoping; and hoping has never achieved very much.”
(via the universe.)
Filed under: movies
Me: I wanna see Crazy Heart.
Josh: Is that a Care Bear?
The people who dedicate so much of their energy to protest things, especially when they’re protesting the gays or porn, clearly have a fascination with it that they don’t know what to do with or are terrified of. The poor lads…
Can someone please get this girl an education so she’ll stop doing what her Pa tells her to do?
-CJ
Filed under: movies, music/podcasts | Tags: alice in wonderland, coachella
*SUPPOSED. These could be rumors though I very much trust my super secret source. Who is named Joshua.
Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland soundtrack:
1. “Alice (Underground)” performed by Avril Lavigne
2. “The Poison” performed by The All-American Rejects
3. “The Technicolor Phase” performed by Owl City
4. “Her Name Is Alice” performed by Shinedown
5. “Painting Flowers” performed by All Time Low
6. “Where’s My Angel” performed by Metro Station
7. “Strange” performed by Tokio Hotel and Kerli
8. “Follow Me Down” performed by 3OH!3 featuring Neon Hitch
9. “Very Good Advice” performed by Robert Smith
10. “In Transit” performed by Mark Hoppus with Pete Wentz
11. “Welcome to Mystery” performed by Plain White T’s
12. “Tea Party” performed by Kerli
13. “The Lobster Quadrille” performed by Franz Ferdinand
14. “Running Out of Time” performed by Motion City Soundtrack
15. “Fell Down a Hole” performed by Wolfmother
16. “White Rabbit” performed by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Confirmed bands for Coachella, 2010
* Aeroplane
* As Tall As Lions
* The Big Pink
* Caravan Palace
* Corinne Bailey Rae
* Craze & Klever
* Devo
* El Gran Silencio
* Hockey
* Hot Chip
* Iglu & Hartly
* Kevin Devine
* LCD Soundsystem
* Mayer Hawthorne
* Miike Snow
* Muse
* Passion Pit
* Phoenix
* Porcupine Tree
* The Raveonettes
* Spoon
* Vampire Weekend
* The xx
* Yeasayer
* Zoé
BLAH, I say. BLAH to it ALL.
-CJ
Filed under: frenz
My friend Carly sent me into an unforgiving nostalgia whirlwind when she sent these to my phone this afternoon.
I used to be tan.
I used to have red hair.
I used to wear skirts.
Used-ta
Used-ta
Used-ta
Those days were reeeally fuckin’ fun. And the reason I will hire an armed guard to follow my daughter until she’s thirty-five and a black belt.
-CJ
Filed under: kiddo
are hilarious.
This morning I wrapped Kiddo in her brand new denim jacket for the first time. She asked, “Mom? Why is this jacket made of pants?”
I hate when I can’t help but giggle at her very serious questions. Does that make me a big jerk?
-CJ
Yesterday three of us spent many hours in the car, climbing our way up to Big Bear, ears popping all the way as the elevation increased. Snow is still such a novelty and I’m so much of a novice with it that I wear things like jeans and slip-on Vans. You understand why I slid down the steep hill much earlier than I intended to, no?
Early morning excitement
Lucy’s first morning glee, all over Kiddo’s face
I was very high-pitched in my excitement to sled. Maybe it’s because snow is still new to me that this little kid hobby is still so fun. After an incredible pizza lunch in the village, we found a two person, bright orange plastic sled with a cheesy, useless handle and declared it ours. What seemed like two miles UPHILL (a short walking distance! per the sales clerk at the sled store) was an area with mostly small hills but one super steep one that made me piss myself with glee. We climbed up, sinking our not-snow-boots deep into the soft snow and reached the top completely out of breath, only to soar down and land in hysterical laughter at the bottom.
Another dash through my Life List!
A few of those and then a few smaller slopes for Kiddo to tackle on her own (a few times belly first, sans sled, ‘like a penguin’) before I felt like I’d run a marathon and there was no feeling left in my butt. We walked the long distance down the hill and back into the village where we collapsed in the car, soaked the seats and descended the mountain.
It was such a cool day that ended with Kiddo saying, “Dad? That was such a good idea.”
-CJ
Filed under: kiddo
There’s nothing so helpless as a sick and scared kid. Last night Kiddo grumbled about a tummy ache which sounded strangely like an I-don’t-like-enchiladas ploy that I totally wasn’t buying. Later when the waterworks weren’t phony, we headed home from my parents’ house. Around the halfway point during the drive, Ree leaned back to ask Kiddo if she was feeling like vomit was in her immediate future. It was like a premonition because right then, spew, all over the pink martini glass covered blanket she was huddled in.
At home with some water and clean clothes, Kiddo drifted off to sleep for an hour or so before waking up with a yelp and more rejected stomach goods. In my bed.
Around 3:30 this morning I heard the splat on the bathroom floor as she missed the toilet but made perfect aim to her feet.
This morning she went off with Daddy to spend the day in blankets and PJs, alternating between fluids, naps and cartoons. Apparently the second they arrived at Dad’s, whatever could possibly be left in that child showed up on the floor.
Wouldn’t you know, today? Today is the day my washing machine stopped working.
I’m so glad it’s Friday.
-CJ
Filed under: kiddo
Last night Kiddo finished all of her homework and went to work on a project she’s been talking about all week. She worked the scissors around some of her (hundreds) of temporary tattoos, stuffed twenty-four envelopes with a few in each, sealed them with ladybug stickers and put them in her backpack. She wants to give New Year’s presents to all of her classmates. She even counted the kids and wrote down on a scrap paper 24 envelopes so no one would be left out.
After the envelopes were in her backpack, we tested on some spelling words we’ve been working on at home. Last week she got 13 of 20 right. The list includes direction, perhaps, beautiful, instrument, probably… And then I added 6-7 contractions to make sure she’s using apostrophes correctly. She got every single word right.
Her dad and I were dumb fucking kids, thinking with our genitals and hormones and we got the sweetest, smartest, most generous and beautiful little human. Better, more deserving people are denied children by their own biological betrayals or lack of (insert anything) for an adoption process.
High on whiskey and young love, we got this:
The fuck?
-CJ
