Thursday, May 12, 2011

MOON RIVER


I came across this amazing video on carolinaeclectic. I was searching for some decorating ideas and landed myself at Breakfast at Tiffany's. I love everything about this. The gentle, exquisite vocals; the way the two voices melt together; the whole sentimental styling of the video. Utterly charming and romantic. I wish that the right side of the video didn't cut off. Click on the YouTube logo in the bottom right to see the full screen
Enjoy

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I WANT TO BE THERE!


Cinque Terre, Italy

I saw this photo on Pinterest (Have you visited that site yet - it is addicting). Breathtaking and inspiring. Now officially on my bucket list of places to see in person.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Today, I made sure to call mom and let her know I loved her. I was going to post some heartfelt words about my Mom and on my own life as a mother of a 7 year old...or fill you in on the silly things we did to celebrate the day (FYI - it wasn't a day of rest! LOL) But, I changed my mind. I thought a little humor would help bring a smile to us busy moms' faces.
With that said, I give you the words of Tina Fey, one of the funniest woman on the planet.

A MOTHER'S PRAYER

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes. And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.”

-Tina Fey