Tea Partay

Tell me this isn't hysterical. I. dare. you.

The MeatLoaf is bad.

And no, I'm not referring to last night's dinner, but instead last night's performance given by the hard-living (former) rock n' roll icon, Meat Loaf.

I went to the show with Al, and I have to say, it was bad. Actually, bad isn't the word...tragic is.

But let's face it, if the concert had been mediocre, I wouldn't have enjoyed it nearly as much. It was so bad it had that "train wreck" effect; I just couldn't take my eyes off of it.

For the encores, Mr. Loaf performed (or tried to perform) a few covers including, Black Betty, which is attributed to Ram Jam, and Gimme Shelter by the Stones. So. Sad. Words. Cannot. Describe.

All I have to say is this: Meat Loaf's prime was long ago. And far away. And so much better than it is today.

What is the quickest way...

...to get into a fight with your spouse? Go on a long driving trip with him and your two kids, one of whom is on a feeding schedule so tight, you could *literally* set your watch to it. Seriously, that. will. do. it.

Oy, I have a headache just thinking about it. Actually I have headaches all of the time now. I believe eye problems are the cause, but we'll see when I go back to the opthamologist later this week. Either that or it's hormonal....because, you know, I haven't just birthed a baby or anything.

Oh, and speaking of babies, wanna see another picture of mine? I certainly can't get enough.

Women and Family

So a friend of mine has asked me to contribute a short story to a book she's publishing entitled, Women & Family, 2nd edition.

Ay Carumba! I know I'm a decent BUSINESS writer, but I always find my personal writings to feel...well, contrived.

So what do you think? Do I give it a shot? Or do I just blow off the whole thing. You just know this is going to fill me with such *angst* it will be all I fixate on for a while.

Ooops! Gotta run. I hear the wild call of the Raya-bear in the distance.

Me, the Space Geek

Call me a space geek, but this weekend I plan to check out the Perseids, a meteor shower that will be visible in the skies over the northern hemisphere. Best visibility is apparently between midnight and four am, so it will be a bit of a challenge, but well worth it: the shower should be very intense thanks to the pitch black skies of a new moon.

I've never been all that interested in anything "space-y", but this article on MSNBC persuaded me to check out the shower. So look for me, out on my lawn, in a beach chair, wrapped in a blanket, gazing at the skies like a complete fool.

What does Billy Joel sing?

"Every dog must have its every day...."

Mine soon will. I plan to buy a dozen.

Dogs will have their day: Vick doll coming to St. Paul

Update

And I decided "to" Restylane. Well, at least to consider it. I've got a consultation with a cosmetic dermatologist next month.

Yes, go ahead and say it: Vanity, thy name is Michelle.

The Summer Cold

Oh how I hate the summer cold. It seems so wrong to be sick in the middle of summer, yet here I am pulling out all the stops (i.e., Theraflu, vapor plug-in, boxes of tissues, etc.).

And I'm not the only one: my ENTIRE FAMILY is sick - the baby, my husband, my mother; it seems the only one who might've escaped the cold is Petra, but I refuse to count those chickens just yet.

So here I sit, working away whilst sniffling and coughing (actually, it's more like hacking). I can't wait to go home and sleep. Wait, I can't. I have a family to take care of.

Oy.

To Restylane or not to Restylane: that is the question

So, I have these parentheses on either sides of my nose that just seem to get deeper and deeper. I went for an eyebrow wax yesterday and my aesthetician gave me the name of a cosmetic dermatologist, who supposedly, can eliminate those deep lines with a few injections.

I'm seriously considering it....

Your thoughts?

So, apparently you can't do it all.

At least that's what I'm starting to believe. This week I've:

• Been to NY and back in the same day (thus pulling a 16+-hour workday)
• Handled major work crisis
• Had my hair colored and my eyebrows and lip waxed (and at the same time got the name of a good cosmetic dermatologist!)
• Worked another two 10 hour days (putting me just shy of 40 hours in the first three days of the week. Ramping up for yet ANOTHER 60 hour work week)

Here's what I haven't done:

• Spent enough time with my children

Ugh. I got home last night with enough time to feed Petra and get her settled and then snuggle Raya for five minutes before she passed out for the night.

Methinks my priorities might be a bit whacked.