If the Rug Fits

MWF ISO a rug that fits!

Please help me out here. For the past four years, I have been aching for an oriental rug for the foyer. Our beautiful, yet naked foyer... Sigh. This anniversary, Mike has offered one as an anniversary gift! Mouth drops! Whoo Hoo! Score!

The only problem is that our foyer has odd dimensions: 12' x 7'8". Very difficult to find a rug that would appear to work. However, I'm thinking that an 8' x 5' just might. Today, I lay the few newspapers we had and beach towels down in said dimensions to get a feel. I think I'm ok with it, but need some more feedback. The picture is taken from the living room where you can see the edge of the rug in there.

What do you think? Could it work?

Thanks for your expertise and thoughts!

I've Struck Out...

It's 8:34 and I have escaped... to the tub. Probably too much information, but I have filled the tub to the rim with Thymes Eucalyptus bubble bath and my glass to the rim with my Crystal Lite Cosmo.

I have escaped. Not from my husband. Not from my children. Not from the kitchen that more than likely needs to be cleaned. I am escaping from baseball season. We are in the beginning of the playoffs...


For some of you, it is soccer. Others, it is lacrosse. And it's not that we don't love our children - or even the sport itself. Every year, I can't wait for the season to begin. But now we are TIRED. We are tired of the driving back and forth and back and forth and back and forth to practices and games and practices and games... And you know what I'm talking about. It's at least four nights a week.

If you could see my color-coded calendar, you would see that S (green) and J (yellow) are all over the place. My color (pink) and family events (blue) are so sparse one might wonder if we even exist.

Now, I know that I am complaining. And your calendar, I'm sure, looks the same way. We have only one sport per child andI feel our lives are so scheduled. But I really want to be able to do is just go on a walk with my family around the neighborhood. I want to have a sit down dinner with a meal that didn't come out of a stir fry or skillet pasta bag. I want my husband and me to watch the boys throw the ball to each other and do tricks on their skateboards in the cul-de-sac. I want nothing to do. And not just for me, but for my family. Am I so wrong?


Maybe I could get credit if I just bought one of these for the backyard?

So I Think I Can Dance

I am definitely a white girl. I used to think I had pretty good rhythm. In my younger years, I loved to go dancing with my friends. In the mid 90s, there was this awesome bar in Five Points called Nightworks. They played seventies music, and we had the most fun dancing to "Rubberband Man", "The Piña Colada Song", and all those cool ABBA tunes. We felt so retro... (It was also there that I was introduced to that poison called Goldschlager, but that's another story.) Oh how we loved that place!

Fast forward to 2011. I have taken a few Zumba classes and feel so ridiculous. I obviously have gotten "whiter" with age. My hips don't gyrate as they should. So I stick with my treadmill and my trainer, a twenty-two year old who calls me ma'am and tells me all about his college escapades. (Those stories are the main reason I work-out. They are oh so entertaining!)

But I still love to dance. So I resign myself to my kitchen. I have made the best evah "mixed tape" of 90s tunes and one-hit wonders of the day... Pearl Jam, Sponge, Marcy Playground, Live, Spacehog, The Verve, Blind Melon, The Breeders, Smash Mouth, Sister Hazel, Blues Traveler, The Mighty Bosstones - to name a few. (You may not recognize some of the bands, but I promise you'd know the songs in a heartbeat!)

I hook my iPad up to the Bose radio... fix myself a cocktail... and crank it up. What therapy! And this is...


Of course it embarrasses and confuses S and J, but that makes it all the more fun!

My Most Favorite Poem... Ever

My Mom is the Best
by J

My mother is good.
My mother is nice.
Whenever I am with her everything is alright.
I love my mom more than anything.
She is as sweet as a lollipop.
She is as smart as an owl.
She is my favorite person on earth.
She is My Mom!

And yes, when he crawled in my bed this morning
and read this to me,
I did tear up...

Recipes Our Mothers Love

This is the week I dread: the week before standardized testing. It's the week we cram and review all we have taught the past year. In a word: stress. But this year I decided that we needed a little diversion, and being the week before Mother's Day, we had a wonderful opportunity to work on our gift.

The past few years, I have culminated a poetry unit with the children writing a multi-stanza poem honoring their mother. It always gets rave reviews, but this year I was inspired by Lindsey at All Things Bright and Beautiful. Lindsey is a first year teacher and blogged about her students creating a class recipe book. I told her I loved the idea and that I was going to "steal" it... And so I did! For Mother's Day!

The children all brought recipes from home, telling their moms that they needed one for a math project on measurement. (Well, they were telling the truth in a round-about way!) They loved the secret and the surprise they had in store for their moms. The day the recipes were due, they literally stormed my desk with "Look! Look! Look at my recipe!" They later rewrote the directions in paragraph form, using sequencing and transition words (i.e. first, next, then, meanwhile, last, etc.) so as to cover state Language arts standards. We also discussed units of measurement - Go math standards! (And don't you know I used the paragraph as a writing grade?!)

They had such fun typing their recipes out, illustrating the pages, and sharing them with the class. And what great recipes! After making 25 copies (You know I had to have one!), I passed them out to the kids. I think they turned out too cute!


Of course I had to add my own recipe Golden Day Banana Bread...

Happy Mother's Day Weekend!

My Favorite One of All

To quote a part of my last post, William and Kate's wedding did this: "For at least two to three hours, all of the world had a hope in love and a promise of what is true and good the world..." Here is the picture I think captures this sentiment best.


How happy they look! Look at how the Duke is leaning towards the Duchess, his arm is reaching behind her, obviously on her back. Her hand is on his knee. Cute Honorable Margarita Armstrong-Jones is just pleased as punch. (I'm guessing she's waiting on those jelly beans the photographer promised the children!) And my favorite, my sons' page boy alter egos, Master William Lowther-Pinkerton (so like J mugging for the camera!) and Master Tom Pettifer (like elder son S ever so studdly posing).

I would imagine the newlyweds have this picture displayed prominently in their new home. Quite possibly on an end or bedside table in 8x10 glory.

And I'd bet they smile every time they see it... I do.

So I AM a princess... And I can prove it!

After days and weeks of the boys' baseball games, I'm trying to catch up on all my blog reading. Please know it is nothing personal... By the time we get home every night, it's all I can do to get everyone in bed for the whole thing to start all over again the next day.

But Friday was for me. I had a late morning appointment scheduled on the same day as THE wedding, so I was able to take the entire day off of school and enjoy every moment of sweet Wills and Kate's day drinking coffee in my pjs. For at least two to three hours, all of the world had a hope in love and a promise of what is true and good the world...

I continued celebrating into the evening as Mike and I joined many of our friends at a Royal themed gala and silent auction benefitting a local rehabilitation hospital. A cute friend and I took cues from the royal protocol that stated that all ladies were to don hats at the wedding. Not everyone did that evening, and we certainly were quite the standouts...


My attention to detail and protocol must have paid off. The big raffle of the evening was a stunning sapphire and diamond ring in the style of the Royal engagement ring. Albeit a bit smaller than Kate's, it was beautiful. You can imagine my surprise when my name was announced as the winner!


So, yes... when my husband calls me Princess, he's definitely correct. And I have the ring to prove it!