Sunday, February 22, 2009

Jack Needs a Girlfriend

Aside from getting A's in college (well mostly), never having a cavity, and giving birth to three beautiful children, the thing I am most proud of is the fact that I have blogged for an entire year without once participating in a "tag."

But this one was kind of fun.

Have you tried it?

Google "(Your name) needs," and share the first 10 results.

(PS. Jack wins.)

1. Katie needs hula lessons
2. Katie needs IV fluids
3. Katie needs to work on her posture
4. Katie needs to be on her own
5. Katie needs to use the litter pan
6. Katie needs parenting classes
7. Katie needs you
8. Katie needs to hit the reset button
9. Katie needs a life
10. Katie needs to make more movies

1. Jack needs a girlfriend
2. Jack needs Viagra
3. Jack needs a campaign slogan
4. Jack needs to figure out how to pre-publish content
5. Jack needs his Jill
6. Jack needs Chloe
7. Jack needs a home in San Diego
8. Jack your help
9. Jack needs a ride
10. Jack needs months to recover (I would say so)

Alright...All aboard the tagwagon!

What do YOU need?

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Better than Roses


Today for Valentine's Day, Jack held our girls while they vomited
no fewer than FOURTEEN times (combined).

It was actually pretty romantic.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Arizona: It's in the Bag

Thank you for playing name that tune. Dare I say it was as fun as blog charades??

Based on your comments (confessions), I think it's safe to conclude that an Arizona native's
ability to function as an adult, is determined by whether or not they won a Ladmo Bag as a child.

I don't want to diminish the sacrifice and rearing of my parents, but...My siblings and I did
win THREE in 1984. I'm just saying.

I realize that not everyone was as fortunate, and am inspired by the ladmobagless who
have gone on to make good lives for themselves.

Take Jack's brother Todd, for instance. Very successful. Never won a Ladmo Bag,
but did wear a Ladmo costume in high school.

Today, regardless of the row and aisle in which you're seated, everybody wins -
the following video. But first, a word of warning:

Unless you've emotionally prepared, do not google "Ladmo Bag," like Jack did.
Turns out our ultimate childhood ambition was nothing more than a brown paper sack stuffed with Cracker Jacks, HoHos, and a soda from Basha's. I haven't been that disillusioned since I visited Encanto Park as an adult.

Some things are better left the way you remember them.
Enjoy, kids.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Attention Arizona

For those fortunate enough to have spent their childhood in Arizona,
any time between 1954 and 1989,
(Keep listening. The real memories will hit you at 22 seconds)

(Video to be revealed...
Treasures like this must be earned.)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Next Question?

Anyone who thinks a journalism degree is wasted on a stay-at-home mom,
ought to spend the day with my 4-year old.


At one point when I was younger, my dream job (and I dreamed *big*) was to work as a White House Press Secretary. Lately there are days I swear I've landed the gig, albeit with a few minor variations...

Instead of standing behind a podium, for instance, I'm usually bouncing a newborn while pushing a toddler on the swing. Also, rather than being grilled by White House correspondents, my press corps consists solely of one very inquisitive, curly-haired preschooler.

But that's if you want to get technical.

Other than that, there's virtually no difference - Jolie may not care why the US is in Iraq, but she does demand to know why our family hasn't been to Disneyland since September. Sure, she's oblivious to the recession. But she has asked me to explain why we can't afford gymnastics lessons.

Health care reform? "Can we fix my cough with a popsicle, instead of medicine?"

Energy plan? "Why can't I put gas in the car?"

Housing crisis? "How come we don't have a backyard?"

Last week during one of our press briefings (press briefings occur when she follows me around the kitchen while I'm trying to make dinner), she threw me a curveball.

"Mom, When you were on American Idol, did you go to Hollywood?"

I told her I've never been on American Idol.

"When Dad was on American Idol, did he go to Hollywood?"

Maybe I should let her down gently.

"Honey, your dad has never been on American Idol either."

She seemed disappointed. For a brief moment, I actually felt guilty for not auditioning.

That has to be a tough awakening - For 4 years you believe your parents hung the moon, only to wake up one day and discover they've never even stood before Paula, Simon and Randy.
It was not what she wanted to hear.

But I had to be honest.

Otherwise, that Ethics in Journalism course was a waste of tuition.

Jim & Susan

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