Cancer sucks.

I'm so heartbroken today. Today I've learned that a very good friend of mine is dying.
He's sick, and there's nothing they can do about it. He has very little time.

His wife is devastated. His kids are young. I can't stop crying. I don't even know what to do or say.
Ryan and I love this family so much. Our kids grew up together.

I'm just heartbroken.

There's no crying at breakfast!

I'm the worst mom ever. In the land of ever in the whole of the world. Nay...the universe.

The scene:
Ryan, Miles, and Claire swaying side to side in unison, at the breakfast table, with their arms in the air, to Rocket Man, as if they WERE are the Elton John concert.

Then they start to peer pressure ME into doing it. I will not. I'm not in the mood. I start to joke about how, "no way am I doing that. Thanks for asking but no. You guys are totally weird!" I go so far as to do the wide eyed eye roll. You know the one. The one that says, "Wow! Just wow!"

And then they start REALLY getting into it. I mean....I think Claire's eyes were closed and all.

Then I said, "You guys are so weird, I'm going on the internet to find a new family." TOTALLY JOKING BTW.

And Claire stopped. Cold in her tracks. Put her arms down. Stared at me with wide eyes. Then in a split second started to cry.

*gulp* Whoopsie daisies.


(To be fair, this is a photo from when she was 1. But she has the same face when she cries. It's really upset and sad, and says, "WHY?!?!?!?!"  We used to call her the piranha because she had such a huge underbite and those two teeth only.)

Poor baby. She really thought I was going to do it.

Guess I have to do the stupid family arm sway at breakfast.

We are SOOOOO going to be famous!

My kids were chosen to be in the Children's Theater Company's 2013-2014 brochure and catalogs. They were both so excited, they went around the house for days exclaiming they were going to be famous.

Claire had done a photo shoot once before when she was 3. She did a handbag campaign for a friend of mine. My girlfriend owns the handbag company. It's called BCDesigns. She's a real talented lady. I adore her. And I covet her bags.

It took a while to get Claire "in the mood". But me falling over the photographer's gear cracked her up enough to get this shot.

But as we left, she said, "I hated that. I don't like how everyone was tellin' me what to do!"

Anyway. Cut to 3 years later. And my kids are dancing around blah blah blahing about fame. Kardashian's look out.

We get to the shoot and it's NO JOKE. Make up. Hair. Clothing/Costumes. With a really amazeballs photographer. From what we saw of his portfolio and the stuff on the walls he's a big deal. Claire is in a photo with another little guy and Miles is all alone.

I'm not sure if I can say what they did in the photos, because the ads aren't out yet. But I imagine it's going to be pretty rad. Hopefully I'll get a copy to post.

Needless to say, they kids were amazing. They were well behaved and had fun. It was several hours later and they were chatting about riches and fame....then Claire fell asleep in the car on the way home and once home, they had to clean their rooms.

Nothing like bringing them back to reality before school the next day. But for a moment. They were "famous."

No shit.

I read THIS story today. I mean...Jesus. 99 out of 100 women and probably some men would agree.

And in other news water is wet.

I can never make her happy

Well I changed my blog layout again. I do it from time to time. There was a period of time where I changed it just about every day. It drove my sister Cindi nuts. Ha ha ... she's such a little turd.

So I changed it again the other day. Cindi doesn't like it.

She made a point to tell me she didn't like it. I mean......totally rude. Right? Often she emails, texts, phones me to yell about me not blogging. Then when I do, I get this email from her.

I thought my response was pretty funny. She didn't respond after that. Ha. I love that girl.

Gone are the days.........

You probably don't remember this. I sure don't. But I bet my mom does. And I KNOW my grandmother would. The days of dressing to go anywhere.

Mad Men is coming on again this weekend. And let me tell you. It's fancy dressing all the time.  Even their leisure wear is fancy. 

I was at the market today. I had run there right after I brought the kids to school. And before I planned to work out. I was certainly NOT the only woman in the store wearing yoga pants, a sweatshirt, and running shoes. (Let me be clear though, I don't run. But I hate the term TENNIS shoes. Cause I don't play tennis either.)  It seems to be the outfit of choice when shopping for food at 8:30am in suburban MN.

But it got me thinking. I remember, people talked about getting "Dressed" for things. Like running to the market. To the corner store. Or out to dinner. I do none of that. I'm lucky if my jeans are clean and I've showered. 

Sure. I'm lazy. I could try harder. But I just said I'm lazy. And I never go places that warrant a fancy set of duds. I go places like Super Target, Trader Joe's, Costco. I rarely go out to dinner. And when I do, it's Wendy's night for school or pizza at the local pizza place. See...heels and a brocade dress wouldn't work. 

I want to wear clothes like in the photo above. I want to look stylish and retro and cool and chic. I haven't worn a dress since....well......hmmmm.....I can't even remember. But it's been a long time. The fanciest thing I do is get my hair cut every 6 months or so, and go to the chiropractor. 

Don't get me wrong. I love my life. It's full. And fun. But it really lacks in the glamour department. Anyone who knows me is saying....."SJT...you are not that fancy." I mean...I want to be. Maybe I'll make a change. 

Or maybe I'll just go to the Gap and get another pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

Miles is a cool MoFo

I love the 90's pandora station. I listen to it when I cook. It makes me happy. Apparently it makes Miles super happy too. He was a dancin' fool.



Seriously. He's not a huge music person, but he couldn't keep his little butt still. I love him so much for this. He makes me proud. Ha ha......

Just gross

So today I was getting dressed, and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Not cool man.

It's said that mirrors add poundage. I'm going with that assessment. As I also go with the "camera adds 10 pounds" rule. Although mine seems to be added to MY FACE, and my face alone.

But whatever. I actually said, to myself, outloud..... "OH MY GOD GROSS".

For Easter this year, my cousin brought his new girlfriend to dinner. She's this cute, adorable Korean adoptee. She's young. Cute. Tiny. Awesomely nice. And did I mention cute and tiny?

I told my sister that she's going to make the two of us (my sister and me) look like heifers. I wasn't kidding either. That girl must have weighed like.....100 pounds. I hate her. Well. Not really cause she's cool as hell, but damn if I didn't see myself today in the mirror and think, GOOD GOD THAT'S TOO BAD FATTY.

Fuck.