Friday Concoction

Do you remember way back when the point of the F.Concoction was for me to revel in my laziness by writing nothing of consequence, ignoring links, forming thoughts coherent only to the legally impaired, and so on? Do you remember that? I do! And what have I done to myself now? What with the html nightmare of bulleted lists and scanning of pictures and scouring the internets for pretty things. These are not the activities of a lazy lazy mom in her jammies. So today's F.Con is an Ode to Slack. The only concession I will make to previous glorious F.Cons is to look for something pretty. Now, let's get this done!

Random Thoughts:
- I watched Shopgirl last night (see the notable lack of link lovey there?) into the wee hours and it was a truly transforming experience. First, I kept rationalizing that I shouldn't like the movie, the strange romance between the lovely Claire Danes and Steve Martin and that hairy big-nosed boy that was her other love interest. But she was so damn amazing in the roll. And the movie was perfectly cast. And again, can I say how amazing Ms. Danes was? I cried three separate times, once just because I was a little overwhelmed by how beautifully and poignantly she acted. Then, when I was doing all the prepare for bed stuff, I cried again because I've been so immersed in the suckitude of selling the house that I've been an angry tired wreck for the last three weeks and after watching what maybe shouldn't have been such a beautiful movie but was, something washed over me and made me feel clean and healthy and in love with my kids and my husband and accepting of whatever is to come for us. And I felt good. Really good for the first time in a long time. I woke up to a sink full of Hamburger Helper, or whatever it was that the garbage disposal regurgitated in the middle of the night, and I wasn't even bummed.
- Madeleine learned this annoying thing from Brian at school last week. If I tell her to do anything, like "Madeleine can you please put your shoes on the right feet?" she'll say, charmingly, "Put your shoes on the right feet." Or "Madeleine, can you please pull your brother out of the dishwasher." I'll get a "Pull your brother out of the dishwasher." It reminds me of the way adorable 19 year-old frat boys grab their crotch and say, "Pull THIS!" How do you respond to that? I can only shut her up in the dryer so many times before it loses its effectiveness...
- I got my haircut again a few days ago and my hairdresser, whom I adore and will not quit, has forgotten how to cut my hair, so that I'm forced to use a handful of something that looks and feels just like Carmex to keep myself from looking a Dandelion gone to seed. It ends up looking okay, but I'm afraid I'm leaving the So-Glo smear on all our pillows.
- And speaking of hair, I cut Pooey's yesterday in the shower and with his new jacked-up big-boy hairdo I'm afraid he has entered a new realm of cuteness that I just don't know what to do with. I'm afraid I'm going to take a bite out of him at any moment. Will DEET work, I wonder?
- Here's something cute. That's all I got.
- This is more of a caracature than anything. But something about it I find very striking. And I readily admit to not knowing anything about Chick Corea.

Then and Now? Nah, I don't think so today... Here's some more vacation randomness....







And here's the view from Liquid Planet on this sunny hot Friday afternoon....



Happy weekend!