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iPlay: Juno (The Soundtrack)
January 29, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
I can’t remember when I saw the movie Juno. I know it wasn’t at a movie theater, and it must have been after the Oscar buzz when this strange woman with all these tattoos came on stage to accept her Best Original Screenplay Award and I’m all who the heck is this?! I must follow those tattoos! Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. Song: Vampire
While Juno was a happy accident, the soundtrack was gold to me. I like weird music and, I think it’s pretty safe to say, this is some weird stuff. I am especially, strangely drawn to the songs that sound like they’re being sung my children. Not like KidzBop. *shudder* But like little pygmies sitting around with ukuleles in a cabin somewhere in the back woods. It is awesome.
Artist: Antsy Pants
Album: Juno Soundtrack (January 2008)
FEAR says: I dare you to listen and not end up singing it the rest of the day.
Date Night
January 28, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Almost ten years of marriage, and thirteen years of togetherness, I can count our date nights on one hand. Remember dating? Remember how easy it was? Always on the other person’s mind. The flowers. The cards. The stupid love notes. Then you get married and have the house and the jobs and the responsibilities, never mind the kids because how the heck did you get there when you don’t even remember your name let alone doing the thing that produces kids in the first place!
I could say “marriage is work” but it’s so cliche. Any relationship is work, be it with your spouse/significant other, children, parents, in-laws. Especially if I don’t like you, do you know how much work I just put into TRYING TO ACT LIKE I DO?! I’M EXHAUSTED.
Date nights are necessary with your luvah. (Sorry, I just channeled Molly Shannon then.) BFam and I are making vows to each other to try and be more grown up this year, ditch the kids whenever we can, and take time to remember why we like each other, let alone love each other. Which leads me to my question…
When was your last “date night”?
FEAR No. 052 – Dying Alone
January 27, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Today’s FEAR is brought to you by real life. Granted, all of my fears are brought on my real-life situations. Things I’ve gone through or experienced in the past. Today is different because this real life happened last night, so it’s nice and fresh.
My neighbor died.
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Boogers & Fairy Dust
January 26, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Strange things happen when you’re unloading your camera. Stranger things happen when you have a large memory card. While I need one for the specific type of camera I own (speeds performance, shutter speed, blah-blah-nerd talk), I can think of something I had to tell BFam, walk ten steps, open my mouth, point my finger to the sky – preparation for my climactic thing to tell him – and crickets. Just to give you an idea to those awesome inner-workings of mine. You can imagine a large memory card accumulating lots of pictures in my hands before *light bulb* you might want to empty that.
That’s when the Halloween photos from this past October happen.
That’s when I get gems like this of my angel pie face. Isn’t she just the cutest demon spawn ever?
Harsh, you say?
To call my child a demon spawn?
Perhaps.
Oh. Booger. You’re too close.
Out of the blinds, Booger.
Young lady. Be still. I have to take pictures so your family can see what you looked like for Halloween. C’mon!
Did you hear what I said?! I’m serious!
That’s it. That kid’s gonna get it when I get home. And when she asks me why I’ll remind her OF OCTOBER.
From My Good Side
January 26, 2010 by NaysWay · 2 Comments
Every now and then, I get caught in front of the camera instead of behind it. Where I like it. Where it’s warm and safe and filled with Snuggies. The culprit? Mootana Eloise Fitzpatrick, also known as Mooter. Her tries with “the big camera”, as she calls it, turn out to be happy accidents of photographic genius.
Except for this one. This is just… an eight-year-old on sugar? I’m sure it’s artistic somewhere. Australia, probably.
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