Fantastic Four

Beatle Mania - my experience

I love the Beatles.  Heck I love Elvis.

I've seen those old t.v. shows where the teeny bopper girls swoon over & screech & cry & scream & pull their hair & faint over their rockstar of choice.

Well I did that.

Kinda.

Maybe not as dramatic as you see on the tele.

But I cried.  Yup, tears.  Streaming down my face as I sang along.

I'm sure I bruised hubby's arms from grabbing & squeezing so much.

But it wasn't the Beatles or Elvis (duh)...

It was Morrissey.  GLorious.  Lovely.  Harmonious.  Morrissey.

In all of his glitter sweater glory.  Brought tears to my eyes.

One of my all time favorite concerts.

Thank you SuperMex for making it happen & checking it off my bucket list.

 

move n on up

in years that is.

i've moved from my mid thirties.

to me late thirties. - gasp-

well shitballs!

btw my new favorite word (which means dogballs has been put on the back burner)

i kid about the shitballs part.

i'm in no way freaking out about my age.

but it's still my favorite new curse word.

anyhew....

back to 36.  thirty six.  trienta seis.  XXXVI

i really welcomed it gracefully.  wonderfully.  fabulously.

my sweets took me to viva las vegas.

and it was fun to get out of dodge.

take a day off from the regular day to day grind.

eat a meal (first)

stay out past my bedtime (usually 9)

and have one too many bubbly's and not worry about it.

it's the first time on a trip i didn't bring my big beautiful camera.

so i'm super happy that my phone was able to snap some keeper photos.

my insta gram. birthday...

#iflyswa

getting a leg up on the competition.

are we there yet?

towncars are RAD

first stop... 

the palm

my hallway was a bit redrummy

happy birthday to me!  two awesome shows!

mine.... i ate it all.

his.

ours

until next time LV.

although i'm sure we'll be toting each a mini me.

#36 rocks!

 

 

don't forget my queens

To my two sweet Papayas.....

you are a gift.

and your love is a gift.

i love you.

xoxoxo -

your mama...

 

one persons trash

is my husbands treasure...

honda trail 90.

apparently they are rare.

hmph!

this would be moto bike #4.

and you know what?

i'm totally cool with it!

art dad

every once in awhile papi chulo steps into the art room.

i've learned to step out.

because when he is in the room them 1st graders are entranced.

no listening to the art moms.

it's all about sergio.

i giggle at this photo.

and i think to myself.

i'm sure one day long ago sergio had all the ladies fawning over him.

(i know so - super mex got busted for letting the ladies sit on his lap in the fire truck many moons ago). - but that is for another post!

now he's got all the first grade girls giggling over him.

and writing about him.....

and drawing pictures of his handsome face.

now please note.

i've been doing this for 1.5 school years and i've never had anyone fawn over me the way he's got them fawning over him.

it must be the whole tall dark & handsome thing.

 

early morning bliss

i love waking to the pretty colores in the sky.

makes for a smily face on this mama.

picky pizza

For the most part you are an eater.

You'll eat anything.

Except when it comes to your pizza.

You don't like melted cheese.

So if it's too cheesy - no dice.

You are not a fan of marinera.

So if you can see the red sauce - no dice.

Which makes our options very slim.

Slim as in your like one pizza place.

One type of pizza.

Pesto.

Little cheese.

No red sauce.

Perfect slice of Coco pizza.

Evil Knevil

Sometimes this girl just floors me.  

Floors me into anxiety mode that is.

We brought along the plasma cars to a birthday party.

And, well, that's all she did the duration of the party.

Punched it down hills on the plasma.

With her favorite friend riding shotgun.

I didn't leave my post for 3 plus hours.  

I just monitored.

And reminded her to

slow the heck down!

No such luck.

Home chicken floored it.  

Feet up

Ripping around corners

Skidding to stops

I swear my heartbeat jumped evertime she rounded the corner.

That is because - 

I have this fear.

A fear she might lose her PERMANENT teeth.

Apparently I was harping on her more than I thought.

I say this because of the picture she gave me later in the night.

Yup, me on the left.  Arms waving - mouth wide open.

Ah Motherhood.

san francisco lovin'

took our sweet itty bitty lovey girl for a road trip in celebration of her fifth year of life.

five.

a whole handful.

it was great.

so great we already have a reservation for December 2012

Our first day in the city started bright & early.

4:15 for Sergio.  4:30 for me.

The girls were roused by 4:45

By 6:55 we were in the air & a short hour later we were bound for Union Square.

We all enjoyed a yummy lunch down at the Fisherman's Wharf.

I'm guessing the girls favorite part of the day was riding the trolley cars around the city.

Scratch that.

It was shopping.

Our first time in Chinatown was super successful.

Fans, shoes, dresses, pandas.  All were purchased and the pandas were especially loved.

Pandito & Pandy Mora.  San Francisco, December 2011

At the end of the day we found ourselves visiting the surrounding hotels.  Taking in their holiday decor.  Gazing at the grand christmas trees & the lovely gingerbread houses.

Day one in the city R-O-C-K-E-D!

 

Bring it 2012

The new year always gives me something to look forward to.

I'm given the opportunity to start over.

Start anew.

Make promises.

Accomplish things.

Make a check off list.

Dream.

Succeed.

So to 2012 I say, Welcome!  I am looking forward to living you & loving you full throttle.

I've got big things instore for me this year & I plan on making it happen.

My motto last year was challenge.  

This year it's strength.

On that note I want to...

Be strong emotionally & physically.

Start my days on a positive note.  WHen I wake I want to fill my thoughts with goodness.

Work on my photography - on another level.  Take a class, join a forum, grab the camera & shoot, take photos of others, perfect my editing.

Keep  a journal - I have one for each of the girls, why shouldn't I?

Be more independent - rely on the hubs less for the things I can do myself.

Learn to sew.

Eat pure.  Less junk, sugar, starch, preservatives.  More; greens, organic, papayas, smoothies, fish, purples & reds.

More books, lots of books, two books a month. - Magazines don't count!

Be less of a short order cook.  It's good to introduce your children to new foods. 

Make time for my health.  Which also means no more excuses for not going to the gym.  Get back to running.  Return to my pilate & yoga classes.

More dates.  Twice month if we can swing it.  I love dates with my mexi.  I need to take bigger grander jestures & come up with fun things to do together.  

More one on one time with the girls.  I love Mommy dates with my little ladies.

Re-learn how to skateboard.

Make my "Me" time count.  Facebook doesn't count.  

Looking forward to some fun stuff.

 

 

 

Fingers - what they mean

Today my first grader found out the middle finger was bad business.

Yup, she learned this little gem - in. the. first. grade.

Lovely, I know.

From a girl. (Gasp)

I thought for sure it would be a boy.  Or the real life version of Junie B. Jones (a rather "spirited" girl child in class.)

The thing is she was told the middle finger was a "bad word" from this little ninny.

Gigi - not knowing this information stuck up her finger and said, "It is?"

And that my friends is how she got busted.  Along with four other kids.

On the upside my sweetness was the only one to be truthful & confess that she did indeed stick up her middle finger.

So now she knows.  The middle finger is unkind.  And any future use of it will get you sent home.

The End.