Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The quote that turns me on…

“Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.” ~ T. Roosevelt

Monday, April 23, 2007

Haircuts and Navel Piercing

Happy Monday! In preparation for my evening with Kieferrrrrrrrrr, I went to get a much-needed haircut. There’s nothing quite like having that perfect hairstylist. You know, the kind that knows and understands YOUR hair. The kind that doesn’t need any explanation, but just goes to work and then works magic on your ‘do. The kind that’s also your friend (or at least makes you feel like she’s your pal.) Well, I am fortunate enough to have one of those stylists… Or not…

Today was different. One of our topics of conversation was body piercings. ‘M’ (my stylist), is no stranger to multiple piercings of various sorts and I casually mentioned wanting to SOMEDAY re-pierce my belly button since my previous one had closed up after my pregnancies. (Mental note to self: Never ever mention even remotely wanting a piercing or any other painful body inflictions in ‘M’s presence again.)

My routine hair appointment was immediately followed by a drag (by the new hairdo, no less) to the piercing salon which just so happened to be directly across the street. How friggin’ CONVENIENT. Now, really, I know this is no big deal to most, but I tend to get squeamish when it comes to needles and things of the like. I like to have time to prepare for punctures, you know? ‘M’ clearly detected my fear and got some sick pleasure out of going with me to the parlour knowing she’d get to watch me suffer-- all under the guise of “support,” of course (pssh- yeah right.) As we’re walking in she’s all, “Oh my gosh- I’m so excited my nipples are getting hard!” What the $#@%!? She's sick.

I'll spare you from the additional drama and say that it’s done, or rather re-done. Wasn’t too bad, though I would have much rather had more time to prepare or at least had my husband there for another “sympathy” piercing. Yes, that is how I got through the first one-- I made him get pierced as well. I guess I’m just as ill as ‘M’. (And don't ask me where, 'cause I'll tell you Ft. Lauderdale.)

*By the way, ‘M’ is definitely Pinked In. Not only is she a polecat, herself, but she also digs her music. On her playlist? Lords of Acid. Reading list? Wicked Games. Love it! She’s a whole other blog..

Sunday, April 22, 2007

How $250 Fell Into My LAP at Disneyland…

A few weeks ago, it was Spring Break at ‘M’ and ‘M’s school so we decided to take a few days and spend them at Disneyland which is less than an hour’s drive away. We booked our trip at the Grand Californian Hotel which happens to be in the heart of all the Parks and Downtown Disney. I loved it! No shuttles. No trams. No buses. No mega-lines of people at the park entrance. I highly recommend this lovely resort.

Upon check-in, we received a large packet of information which included park info, coupons, our tickets, etc. in addition to some fun gifts for the kids. As soon as we checked in, I tossed the packet in our room and never looked at its contents until we got home from our trip. Too busy for that! Little did I know that I could have used almost all of those coupons towards our meals and various purchases.

In any event, in this packet there was also a tiny folder that contained 3 cards that looked like playing cards featuring Stitch. I had no idea what these were and just about tossed them out with the rest of my unused packet when something caught my eye. On the backside were codes that you use online for some virtual game. I still don’t even know. What caught my eye was the word “secret” which came before “codes.” Being that I LOVE secrets, I wanted to determine if my cards truly were secret. I started my research with Ebay and entered in a few key words (VMK, cards, Stitch) and holy moly, the things were going for upwards of $150!!!!

Helloo, I don’t need to tell you what I did next. But what shocked me even more was that when my auction ended, they ultimately went for more than $250. Woo Hoo! Apparently, these cards are only given to people who book at trip at a Disney Resort. Who would have known? Thank you, Stitch!!!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Now THIS is talent!

This morning while I was driving the kids to school, they said they wished they could have finished watching the SpongeBob episode they had been viewing during breakfast. I know there are a lot of vehicles out there now that have DVD players built into the backs of headrests and all, but I don’t happen to own one of those, yet.

So I told my saddened kids that we couldn’t watch SpongeBob in the car, BUT that since they have a very resourceful mom, they could watch music videos instead! They got all excited as I whipped out my trusty iPod with its 2”x3” screen. I quickly pulled up the first music video in the vault and much to my delight, I landed on the Black Eyed Peas. First in the lineup? My Humps.

‘M’ and ‘M’ were thrilled as they squinted and strained their necks to see the gadget play. What a way to jumpstart their day! Hey, if it works for them, it works for me!

By the way, I am not the only one out there who lets her small children groove to Miss Fergie. Check this out!

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

My Hour with Bauer

Well I certainly do LOVE Monday nights. I must confess in the church of guilty little pleasures, my absolute obsession with 24 and the pursuits of its bad-ass hero, Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland). At the mercy of the networks, however, the reward for my pure devotion and hyper-obsession is sweaty and torturous weeklong waits to see my Kiefer in action again. Does anybody else go through this??

Last night’s episode rocked- as always. And of course, now I’m back to waiting again, “beep… beep… beep…” It’s all good. I can handle that for Kiefer. RRRRRrrrrrrrrrr.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Girls Night Out

Friday night was girls night out. Seven of us ‘desperate housewives’ met up for happy hour at a place I’ll call the “CB”. This place is 5 minutes from my house, smack-dad in the middle of suburbia. It’s certainly nothing fancy and by no means urban metro, but boy did I have FUN!

A few martinis here and a few daiquiris there led to some unleashing on the dance floor. Despite the fact that the DJ resembled a distant cousin of an Oompa Loompa, his spins weren’t too bad. Unfortunately, not everyone shook her booty this time, but… Next time. I believe that deep inside every woman lurks a raw, booty-thumpin’ music video vixen (think Pussycat Doll). For some of us, she is deep, deep inside – in a place we aren’t even sure exists. But alas she can’t stay caged forever! Stay tuned ‘til the next GNO report..

Friday, April 13, 2007

My Birthday Gift

I just had a birthday and amongst the various practical things on my
wish list (running shoes, pressure cooker, triple aaa membership).. was a stripper pole. Okay, so I’m not a professional stripper or anything, but I have been taking pole dancing for quite some time and I wanted the luxury of doing it in the comfort of my own home. Well, wouldn’t you know, my husband swiftly obliged and opted to get me the pole over all else. Of course, he left no room for any element of surprise whatsoever. After initially reviewing my list, he returned to me, scratching his head and asked, “Uh, where do I get one of those poles-- Sports Authority?” Followed by, “How much are they, $39.99?” *sigh* I gotta love him.

Now, my birthday was back in March. And for weeks the long box had been laying across the floor in my bedroom, as INSTALLATION became an issue. Neither my husband nor I is very handy when it comes to toolboxes and ‘home improvement’ type things. Actually, that’s a monstrous understatement. We are like Paris and Nicole of the Simple Life at Home Depot. Last year, we called our handyman, Mike (God bless him), to see if he would come and install two plant hooks in our kitchen ceiling. Much to our surprise, he said no and kindly suggested that all we needed was a stud finder. A stud finder? I know I don’t have to tell you how this ignited the half-Italian side of my husband before he realized it was actually a tool. The good news is, we were, in fact, able to install the plant hooks on our own (albeit three hours and 90 extra holes in the ceiling later).

Getting back to my pole.. You can see the daunting task that lay before us when it arrived. I didn’t dare call Mike the Handyman nor any of our handy neighbors for that matter. “Uh, yeah, can you come over and help us install a pole in our bedroom?” I could just hear it now.. “Honey, how much longer ‘til we sell our house and get the heck outta here and far away from our whacked neighbors- those Wilsons?!”

So, on the floor my pole sat. It sat and it sat and it sat. (I’ve been reading way too much Dr. Seuss). Finally, last week, I made a decision. That pole is going up today if it kills me! What really killed me was that the instructions said it would take TEN MINUTES to install. Cripes. So I got the ladder. I got the stud finder. And I got the drill. Same deal as with the plant hooks, I just needed to locate the beam, mark it, and then drill the hole into it. Simple right? Well this is what I have determined: WE HAVE A DEFECTIVE STUD FINDER. There’s no other explanation. I may as well have closed my eyes and thrown a dart at the ceiling to find the stud, because that’s what I did with the drill and all the holes I made in the ceiling for two hours! But.. I did it—and the pole is now securely installed. Woo Hoo!!! Never a dull moment here at the house of Wilson. I must say, though, it is lovely.
Thank you ‘A’!!!!

By the way, if you're at all interested..
This is where 'A' got my pole: (not Sports Authority!)

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Welcome to Pinked In!

I'm excited about my very first blog. I like to think of it as my web playspace- my sounding board for anything and everything. Why "Pinked In"? Well, it's nothing Earth-shattering. Pink (more specifically, cupcake pink) happens to be my favorite color so instead of being simply tuned in, we're pinked in.

So, right now I am listening to Justin Timberlake "My Love". Speaking of which, I just found out he added another tour date in LA. I MUST find tickets. I haven't been to a concert in a while. I think the last one I went to was The Wiggles - Yikes! The only other performance I'd like to see right now is Christina Aguilera. She has the most unbelieveable voice.

Okay, off to make dinner!