Deep Shallow Thoughts.

February 6th, 2014

With all the doom and gloom and sickness around this place, I think we could all use a pick-me-up.

And what better than my deep shallow thoughts on Hollywood lately?!

 

1.  OMG CLAIRE UNDERWOOD. NOOOOOOOO.

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1a.) Because I was so horrified by that pic of NOT CLAIRE UNDERWOOD, I immediately clicked on this article to bring me back to my happy place.

 

2.) Gwen Stefani Kid #3–Longest pregnancy EVER.  This one may even top the previous title holder of Longest Pregnancy Ever– the 23 month pregnancy of Kate Hudson’s son Bellamy.

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Gwen looks good at 14 months pregnant.  But I looked like her too.

SO WHAT if it was at 5 months pregnant. Whatever.  #passtheoreos

 

3.)  This is just…..the weirdest combination ever.

 

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Even Uncle Jesse knows it.

 

4.) Claire Underwood!!!!   Oh thank god it’s you because I was horrified by those clunky boots and….

OMG THAT’S CHELSEA HANDLER.

 

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I should have known. Claire would never wear a grandma bra under her sheer dress.  Or a sheer dress.

 

5.) Yes?  How about NO.

 Someone make her go away.

 

6.) In other news, helloooooo neighbor!

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I MEANT MIAMI GOT A SOCCER TEAM.  Stupid autocorrect!

 

Not again.

February 4th, 2014

NO.

NO MORE.

I am so upset.

I have two boys down for the count with strep throat.   We cannot seem to stay healthy for more than a day before someone comes down with something else.

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Tonight I doled out doses of antibiotics, cleaned up throw up, dispensed ear drops in a painful ear, and called the pharmacist.

What this home really needs right now is a magic wand with instantaneous healing powers.

And maybe a glass of wine for the mother.

Robe Life.

January 30th, 2014

The holidays brought fun times and travel and cheer but one of the most important things it brought the JRose fam?

ROBES AND SLIPPERS.

Life hasn’t been the same ever since.

Santa brought Matthew, Carter and their cousin matching robes for Christmas.  And in an ironic, not-planned-at-all twist, both my mom and my sister each got me a pair of new furry slippers.

Which I promptly lost.

My sons Hugh and Hef each claimed a pair as their own.

Ah yes. Leopard-print and chevron-striped slippers just shuffling their way across the house became quite the norm until one day, Carter spotted a pair of Miami Dolphins kids slippers on the clearance rack at Target.  His shrieking and begging for them could only be akin to me finding a pair of Louboutins on the shelf at TJ Maxx.

You would think by late January the thrill of wearing a new robe and slippers would be lost on a child.

You.would.think.

However, on any given day, at any given hour of said day, you could walk in here and find my children lounging around in their robes and slippers.

All I’m missing is a basement for the boys to live in and scream “MA! MORE MEATLOAF!”.

True story: Carter asked me if he could wear his robe out to dinner.

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MAAAAAAAA!  THE MEATLOAF!  WE WANT IT NOW!  MAAA!