photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!


pinteresting this week

I think this every time I hear people I know complain and snark about other people’s happiness. Even better they claim to be their friends. Friends like that? Um, no thank you. Just be super happy. It will drive the ugly people crazy.

What will I do with all those bobby pins after Jodie is done dancing competitively?

What nursing is…and what it is not…like no, we did not settle for nursing instead of becoming a doctor. P.S. Nurses Week is May 6-12 just in case you are wondering. We like coffee, wine, chocolate, massages, pedicures and always, gratitude and respect for taking care of you and yours.

This may or may not have been my darling husband last Saturday night.

My son will be needing this.

And my grandbabies will likely need these…maybe my kids…okay, me too!

And for my Zoë, who really doesn’t need map coordinates to find her way to Disneyland since it is her backyard and she is there every chance she gets.

Elizabeth Weinzirl (pictured in Minneapolis 1978) has brightly colored tattoos winding around her body from her neck to her knees. She says she loves her ink and got the tattoos because her husband wanted a tattooed wife “and I didn’t want to move out.” According to a 2012 Harris poll, 11 percent of those 50 to 64 years old and 5 percent of those 65 and older have tattoos.

Asparagus Egg and Bacon Salad with Dijon Vinaigrette – perfect for Easter dinner.

You know what is scarier than clowns? Easter Bunnies at the mall.





pinteresting and more

Perfect for poolside…if I had a pool; or if my hot tub was working and not dismantled and just an empty shell as it has been for weeks now. Ahem, darling husband.

So there have been a few tornado watches and warning here in our neck of the woods. Yes, Northern Cali experiences tornadoes! People often forget that NorCal gets tornadoes. In fact, the only reports of tornadoes in the US on Wednesday, March 26 were from our area. But because everyone believes them to be rare, warnings sent out via text and phone just don’t get the respect they should in these here parts. Which means we get to see some pretty amazing pictures and videos like this.

Whoa, indeed!

Math nerds, mark your calendars.

Actually, I imagine that the math nerds have known about this a long time ago. The rest of us mere mortals are just now catching up.

For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way –
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.
~ Author Unknown ~

It’s even lovelier around my neck.

I want to be this awesome when I am 97.

And here I was all ready to write something thoughtful and eloquent about motherhood and Gwyneth Paltrow when Sarah of the Sticky Fingers Brigade did it for me.

Not one mother out there has never said (or thought to herself) some snarky, mean thought about other mothers doing it wrong, meaning not the way we are doing this mothering thing that we do so maybe we should chalk up Gwynnie’s thoughts to her doing just that. We can then smirk and shake our heads over her being a lot clueless and get back to trying to do our very best being the mothers that we are.

For those days when I have nothing to wear.

Thank you Caleb White for your service to us all.

Yes, thanks to Self and their mistake and pretty lame apology we discovered something pretty awesome that is Glam Runner because tutus are pretty damn awesome.

Even more better was that Self followed up on that apology by changing the conversation and keeping it positive.

You can support Girls on the Run — the charity on whose board Monika sits — and UCSD’s neurooncology lab where she is being treated, or you can go for a run tomorrow morning wherever you live, in a tutu or anything else you like. #ChangeTheConversation  #KeepingItPositive




what else would I be doing but juggling…pinning!

Another weekend, another dance competition in the This Is My Last Year As A Dance Mom tour.


A friend and fellow dance mom complimented me today on how Jodie does such a great job organizing her own costumes and manages her own quick…very quick…costume changes in between dances. She added that while she (and the other moms) are running around like crazy helping their kids with their quick changes and organizing their multi pieces of costuming,
it often always several pieces, small pieces because of course one will be temporarily misplaced usually in a darkened auditorium ten minutes before your kid has to be back stage ready for the next dance
I am the mom sitting there in the auditorium keeping busy on my iPad. My friend smiled telling me how impressed she is with Jodie managing all of that.

What my friend doesn’t see is that in between dances and costume changes, Jodie usually tosses the costume pieces, garment bag and shoes at me as she heads backstage for the next dance. She often will direct me to get the next costume ready for when she comes back as she is running away. So I put the costume pieces back into the garment bag…all the little gloves and hair pieces too as well as the shoes because god forbid I lose any of this in the darkened auditorium where no food or drink is permitted with the sticky floor from food and drink. THEN I go back to whatever I’m doing on my iPad like reading or re-reading something like Nicholas and Alexandra or a random news site that I frequent or playing Words with Friends (Nicurnmama) or pinning stuff on Pinterest because what else would I be doing during the butt-numbing time I spend waiting for Jodie and her team members to take the stage?

Of course this weekend I will be pinning. I might be pinning a lot. We shall see. In the meantime, here is what was pinteresting to me this week.

So Zazzle gave me a gift certificate for my birthday just because and I’m thinking this is the T for me.

I made this for our St. Patrick’s Day dinner and it was delicious!

This is amazing and yes, I’m working on the tricky part…all the time.

Then I found this and I had to pin it because, after all, she is my favorite princess. Perhaps even more so now.

These scrubs. The census needs to go up so I won’t be put on call so I can wear these to work because these scrubs are perfect.

This because of Mondays and days just like Mondays. I don’t imagine that I can use it at work but that’s okay.

I could imagine this in Daniel’s room except when I consider the number of Hot Wheels that he has, I don’t believe that he has nearly the wall space. Still. How cool!

Mock us Dance Moms if you must, but you will be needing us during the Zombie Apocalypse. Count on it.

God only knows what I will run across on the web that I must pin because it’s amazing, I want to make it, eat it, wear it, do it or just want it this weekend. We shall see.

Or perhaps I will try to study for my NRP renewal…in a dark and loud auditorium.




play it again: I see her pointe shoes and I want to paint them black, a how-to guide

My most Googled post of 2013 because people need to know how to paint pointe shoes black. You’re welcome internets!

Originally published June 13, 2013

Recital time is fast approaching for the dancing people here under the Big Top. We have (more) costumes which are not custom made (like the competition costumes) so some alterations might be needed on some.

Except for Jodie’s ballet costume. Oh the trials of being a hanger! We should suffer like that.


Actually I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to do any alterations for hers. I have enough to do already.

Dance Mom problems.

Daniel’s pants for his Hip Hop number, Suit & Tie, need to be hemmed and taken in because his pants pretty much always need to be hemmed and taken in. Now why can’t dance costumes have adjustable waists?


Oh well, I will power through and get it done. But first, Jodie’s pretty pink Gaynor Minden pointe shoes need to be dyed black; because Mockingjays in the Hunger Games ballet wear black pointe shoes. Oh sure one could just buy black Gaynor Mindens. But they are a special order. Plus Jodie’s current pointe shoes are broken in and, in her words, perfect. So we must dye them black. I could take them to a cobbler and have it done for $30 or so. Or I could do it myself. How hard could it be? Her dance teachers tell me not hard at all. So do assorted how-to guides found on the Internet.

Yay Internets!

So, after a little research and discussion with other dance moms I was ready to get to work.

Yes, I found myself singing Paint It Black because I’m nerdy that way.

To start, first the shoes must be nice and dry. An afternoon out on the patio here in Manteca insures they are dry. Next make sure they are clean by wiping with a soft, dry cloth.

Now let’s paint these babies black! Supplies needed are:

  • a black Sharpie marker
  • Rit liquid dye
  • white vinegar for satin pointe shoes
  • newspaper
  • gloves, unless you want black hands
  • a sponge

First I took the Sharpie and colored all along the stitching and elaastic of the shoes because the dye doesn’t seem to take there.

I also used the marker on the soles of the shoes because Jodie thought it would look cool.

Definitely cool!

Next, stuff the shoes with newspaper or plastic bags. This helps to protect the inside of the shoes as well as makes it easier for you to dye the shoes.

Pour about half the bottle of Rit dye into a small bowl and add ½ cup of white vinegar to it. Stir to mix. Then dip your sponge into the dye. Squeeze off the excess. Start dabbing dye onto the shoe.

Yes, I wore white shorts while working with black dye. I’m pretty bad ass that way.

It’s important to wring out as much liquid from your sponge because excess liquid might cause the satin to shrink as it dries and possibly warp your shoe. Allow the shoes to dry completely after the first coat and repeat until the desired color is reached. Remember that you can always go darker, but it is impossible to remove color once it has been applied.

It is this moment that Bill walks by to admire my handiwork and tells that I used his favorite sponge. Um, sure honey.

Once you have achieved the desired color, allow the shoes to dry overnight. The next day touch up with the Sharpie, if necessary.

And now Jodie’s pointe shoes are black, sexy, bad ass and ready to dance on stage for recital.