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Organized


I am feeling pretty good and confident about the start of school tomorrow.  At least, I am feeling good and confident about lunches and clothes.  I have Thor organized so that our morning routine should be doable, and if not enjoyable (anyone with a child will tell you that mornings are…difficult), at least not fraught with last minute worries over what to throw into his lunchbox.

Yesterday and today, I pre-made several meals.  I baked a lasagna, made meatballs and slider patties, and sorted snacks so I can grab and go.  Granted, the main meals will need a visit to Mr. Microwave before they go into the lunchbox, but outside of that, all I need to do is pick something out of the pantry and throw it in the box.

Snacks are ready to go. One pudding, one fruit, and one freebie for mid-morning. I bought the huge box of Cheez-its and sort it down into a bunch of 1/2 cup sized baggies.

 

Here we have 6 servings of lasagna, 6 servings of lasagna, 2 cups of chicken soup, 24 meatballs sorted into 6 packs of 4 each, and 12 sliders sorted into 6 packs of 2 each.

I’m going to make some shaped rice balls later tonight, and get those ready to grab and go as well.  I think my life will be much easier.  I also have my lunches pre-made, with larger servings of lasagna and chicken soup.  I should be set for a couple of weeks.

This year, Thor is old enough to choose his own clothes every day, so that is going to be his new job.  He is probably old enough to pack his own lunch, but I’m going to let him get used to the new morning routine before I throw that at him.  I am separating and organizing his closet Garanimal style, to make it easy for him to get dressed.  Everything is in the laundry right now, so I have that to look forward to before bedtime.

Second Grade.  Wow.

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A Book Review: Once Upon a Star


Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy…

I finished another memoir last night.  Once Upon a Star, by Peggy Trentini.  If you’ve ever flipped through a lingere catalog and wondered, “What is it like to be a lingere model?” or, more specifically, “What would it have been like to be a lingere model in the late 80s, early 90s?” this is the book for you.

Peggy, a former member of the Swedish Bikini Team, Frederick’s of Hollywood model, and Token T&A actress (you know how in the 80s, there was always at least one gratuitous boobie shot in any movie? that), and lover/mistress of Sylvester Stallone, Vince Neil, Billy Idol, Mick Jagger, Bret Michaels, Johnny Depp, Mark Messier, and Kevin Costner, and possibly the one willing woman in LA that Sean Penn did not sleep with, has written an entertaining little book about what it was like to go to bed with half of Hollywood’s A-list either on, or before the first date.  (And you know it was the 80s because the only mention of condoms is in her having seen some on someone’s bathroom counter.)  I wouldn’t call it a good book.  That would be too far of a stretch, but Trentini comes across as someone I might like to have over for a girls night.  She’d have some great stories, for sure!

What stood out to me:

  • Billy Idol liked to do it on top of a mink bedspread.  I was very worried about a) how sanitary this was, as it is very difficult to clean fur, b) how many different mink bedspreads Billy Idol might have had in order to manage the difficulty of keeping them clean, and c) whether or not the fur would shed?
  • Whether Trentini ever found out why Bret Michaels never takes off his bandana–and I mean never–because she did mention it.
  • How all these men seem to have the stamina of Danielle Steele heroes, after drinking ship-sinking vats of liquor.
  • Life before cell phones was much more private.
  • So THAT is how the Sandra Bullock lesbian rumor got started!
  • I was really worried about that mink bedspread.  Especially, after she mentioned how frequently they got it dirty.

The long and short of it is this:  Sly, Vince, Billy, Mick, Bret, Johnny, Kevin, and Mark were all superior lovers with no flaws, save that they weren’t monogamous.  Trentini had her success in LA, and lived to tell about it.

The book is part adorable, part ridiculous, part salacious, and entirely unbelievable.  If you’ve got a late summer vacation planned, and you need something to read by the pool, give it a whirl.  If only to live vicariously through someone who got to live out Rebel Yell.

3 out of 5 stars for sheer entertainment value

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Fight, Fight, Fight for This Swagger Jagger


Cheryl Cole, nee Tweedy, is one fifth of a British girl group (Girls Aloud), manufactured on a competitive reality show, turned celebrity/solo artist.  Cher Lloyd is a British solo artist, mentored by Cheryl Cole on a competitive reality show.  Cheryl is huge is the UK.  Depending upon your level of interest in British pop culture, you may or may not have heard of her.  She sputtered when she tried to break the market in America.  Cher is well known in the UK, but has achieved a global success that Cheryl was not able to attain, breaking the American market with a re-released single from her first album–on her first try.

This is Cheryl Cole:

This is Cher Lloyd:

They are remarkably similar physically.  Both are tiny, pretty, brown-eyed girls with sweet features, and great smiles.  They are remarkably similar as vocalists, as well.  Neither are great shakes as singers, but both have released funky, poppy, can-dance-to-them tunes, produced by some of the biggest names in the business.  Both have been taken under the wings of major rap and hip-hop artists, and they share very similar management.

So why did one work in the American market and not the other?

I would wager that the reason Cher Lloyd broke the states, and Cheryl Cole didn’t is the same reason that the Spice Girls are still US favorites, and most of the US has no idea what Girls Aloud are. 

If you head over to YouTube and listen to some Girls Aloud [this is one of my favorites], you’ll come away thinking, “Ah–obvious successors to the Spice Girls throne.” [and for fairness, my favorite Spice Girls video]  But, for all their trying, they weren’t.

The Spices (Posh having been name-linked to Cheryl Cole through shared interest in their husbands’ professions.  Posh is married to soccer god David Beckham, and Cheryl Cole is divorced from Becks’ former teammate Ashley Cole–why do I know this?!) were a manufactured girl group from nowhere, who burst onto the scene with color, and excitement, and posturing, and nonsensical lyrics, and “Girl Power, feminism, blah blah blah!”  They were all platform heels, insane hair, and performance art, comprised of one really good vocalist (Melanie Chisolm, Mel C a/k/a Sporty, sadly, also the least charismatic of the group), three decent vocalists, and Posh (the one who struggled in all areas, save looking good.) 

Girls Aloud were formed by process of elimination on Popstars the Rivals, a precursor to the X Factor (from when Cher Lloyd came), with one of the Spice Girls (Gerri Haliwell a/k/a Ginger Spice) as part of the judging panel (again, why do I know this?!)  They burst onto the scene with glorious beauty, and lip gloss, and nonsensical lyrics, and erm…lip gloss!  They were all luscious hair extensions, and false eyelashes, and wind machines, comprised of one excellent vocalist (Nadine Coyle), three middling vocalists, and Cheryl Cole (the one who struggled in all areas, save looking good.  Even Ginger Spice said so!)

The Spice Girls were in on the joke.  They had carefully and definitively cultivated images, but they weren’t just the image.  They came to work.  They came to perform.  They came to show you a good time.  And if you laughed?  Well, they were laughing, too.  Spice World, anyone?  (If you have not seen Spice World, you are truly missing out.  I mean this sincerely.)  They were successful because they came to entertain YOU.  They were focused on pleasing YOU.  They played to the audience.

Girls Aloud had little to no sense of humor.  Their carefully cultivated image was glossy video sex appeal.  Aside from Nadine’s vocals, the group didn’t have anything much different from lingere models, and their imaged was propped up for the audience to admire.  They were serious about achieving celebrity, and there was no joking about their images.  (I cannot find the interview they did with Russell Brand, where he throws them for a loop, calling the least attractive of the group the most beautiful, and ignoring the two most popular.  He negs Nadine so effectively, I expected her to climb into his lap for attention the first time I saw it.)

So which would you rather go see?  A group of middling singers who perform and engage, and work to bring you entertainment, or a group of middling singers who perform and pose, and work to look attractive, expecting that to be enough?  And don’t get me wrong, Girls Aloud are gorgeous, but no way in hell would Nadine Coyle be making Spice World.

It’s the same thing with Cher and Cheryl.  Cher, though a poor singer, is a brilliant performer.  She is engaging and energetic, and she is working her tail feathers off to bring you a good time.  She wants to perform because she loves the audience.  Cheryl is beautiful, and she clearly works at making the best of what she has vocally, and she clearly works hard at learning her performance.  But she performs because she wants you to love her.

Spice Girls/Cher Lloyd=Want You to Love the Show They are Doing for You

Girls Aloud/Cheryl Cole=Want You to Love Them

And you know what the American market loves?  A good time.  You show us a good time, and we will love you.  We will zigga-zig-ah your socks off with appreciation, no matter how goofy your hair is.

That’s how to break the American market.  Just like a helicopter!

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Furry Friends


I have a few friends who are deeply invested and very involved in animal rescue and animal shelter work.  I was cruising past some updates on Facebook the other day and thought, “I’m glad for them.  It would never occur to me to worry about a cat.” 

I lose actual sleep over the thought of people being hungry.  The idea that there are people (and especially children and the elderly) who dwell in chronic hunger lives under my skin and motivates a lot of what I do (quietly–I don’t tell you everything I do!), and a lot of the way I see the world.  My worry meter is maxed out by hungry elderly and children, and cats escape unnoticed.

I am so glad for people who care passionately about cats and dogs, and horses and pigs, and lizards and birds.  And I am glad for people who care passionately about ice caps and global warming, and air and water quality, and sustainability.  And I am glad for people who care passionately about finding cures for diseases, and improving medications, and creating artificial limbs.  And I am glad for people who care passionately about a thousand other very real needs, which I care about peripherally and nominally in general.

I am glad for those people because while I am focused on fixing what I think is broken, they are focused on fixing things that I would never get around to noticing needed attention. 

I do believe that if we search out where our deepest compassion lies, we will find our personal passions for change, and if we apply action to those passions, we can make big differences in small ways.

So, my hat is off to you Animal People.  Thanks for taking care of the furry guys.  Do you need anything to eat? 😉

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Poo Ditty


I read the phrase, “sometimes a fart brings a friend,” the other day, and haven’t been able to get it out of my 12-year-old brain.  So I wrote it a song.

Sometimes a fart brings a friend

A little extra something coming out your back end

So beware when you toot

That solids don’t follow suit

and you’ll always have airtime to spend

Just keep in mind, with your behind

That sometimes a fart brings a friiiieeeeend!