Mr. Mookie is FIVE

Well, dear readers, the goddess has passed yet another test of moms all over. The birthday cupcakes. Last year, I passed the test of providing SNACKS so this year, while not a breeze, at least I knew what to expect.

Mr. C, is turning five on March 8th. Since he has all these little friends, or "his children" as he calls them, we decided to have a bit of a celebration at school. Of course, Mr. C, aka Mr. Mookie, can't just be provided with store or even bakery bought cupcakes - I mean, as a stay at home mom, how would that look? So, Betty Crocker to the rescue. Say hello to 18 yellow cake, chocolate frosted cupcakes with little sprinked on top. Thank goodness DH took them, along with Mr. Mookie to school - I could just see myself struggling with him, Princess E, and Mr. J, cupcakes, and goody bags. Talk about a diaster wating to happen. Glad I didn't have to risk it.

Of course, I waited eagerly at home for my report. "What did the children say?" (like they were the food critics from Iron Chef, right?" DH complied and said, "they said oooooooooooooooo when they say the cupcakes.?" And for some reason, that completely delighted me. Now I know just as well as the next person that preschoolers when preschoolers meet cupcakes of ANY caliber, there will be an "oooooooooooooooo" elicited. It feels good all the same. Plus, as an added bonus, after Mr. Mookie came home from school and after he talked about the whole little cupcake escapade, he asked, "Who made the cupcakes?" DH told him, "Mommy did." My little first born said, "They were so good. Thank you mommy!" And that was the best accolade of all.

So for all you moms out there who want to make a good impression on those preschoolers in your lives, look to Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines. Throw soem sprinkles on them from Party City and you've got it made!

I can't believe Mr. Mookie is five!!!

Vague Ramblings

Dear readers...I have absolutely nothing of consequence to write about today, however, my pledge is to keep up with this blog and to give you all something new to read every week. This week, the goddess welcomes the return of the stomach flu to her household. I simply cannot describe the happiness I felt when Mr. J showed me dinner again, in the middle of the kitchen floor. Yay, didn't know chicken and broccoli looked like THAT after being in contact with the bubbling hydrochloric acid contained within his stomach. And then he had the nerve to cry! He wasn't the one who had to clean up all that vomit.

Ok, Mr. J, put away, tucked in for the night, clean, no vomit smell. So, as a good goddess mama does, I went in to check on my little ones in the middle of the night. As I patted Mr. Mookie (The big C) on the back, he sat up, then got on all fours, coughed a bit, then.......(drum roll please) vomited, retched, then vomited again.

I admit, as I was patting his back (too late to try to run him to the toilet and I had to change the sheets anyway) I was laughing. Don't judge me, it was pretty funny. I mean, think of it like this, I was up at the plate and 0-2 (for it's one, two, three pukes you're out.....) (Of course, I didn't let Mr. Mookie see me laugh - he's very sensitive). So the goddess cleaned another round of stomach regurgitation. Ah, motherhood. Just waiting for Princess E to get the pukes and that's no laughing matter. At least the boys puke, rince their mouths and keep it moving. Princess E, on the other hand will vomit into her pillow, rub her hair in it (accidently of course) then cry, scream and carry on for the next 30 minutes. During the first occurance of the stomach flu, I left her in the capable hands of her father for if I heard her screaming one more time, I would rinsed her hair out in the toilet bowl. (Don't even blink, if you've got girls, you KNOW how it is!)

Times like these, makes me wanna go to rehab....how can I get an involuntary 72 hour hold like Britney Spears???

Movies

As you well may know, the goddess certainly loves movies. And I happened to view a really good one this very morning, on one of those thousands of encore channels. The Taking of Pelham 123. In fact, this movie is soooo good that they're remaking it next year with Denzel Washington and John Travolta. Which just goes to show that the folks in Hollywood have run out of ideas.....have all the good movies been made all ready?

Anyway, the basic plot is these group of men take over a subway car and hold it hostage. Now, if you're expecting a lot of special effects, splash, explosions and the like, don't bother because you won't get it. What you'll get is an excellently crafted film with standout performances. Watch for Robert Shaw, the lead bad guy - he's Quint from Jaws (made this movie right before Jaws). Excellent pacing, excellent plot, excellent performances.

And you'll also see where Quentin Tarantino gets his Mr. Green, Mr. Blue etc. from.

Be aware that this film is not politically correct, so if you're all sensitive about that, don't bother!

Goddess Sleeps on Grammys - Big Mistake!!

As I've often written here, as a woman of a certain age, the music today just doesn't grab me like the stuff of the 80s. Certainly, each generation has its own beats, and I'm sure that the music we listened to grated on the nerves of the flower children of the 70s. The one complaint that I have about today's music is its just about performance, not about the music. Basically performers (because I cannot call them musicians) find a good eight measures of music, four measures of chorus, then beat the tune to death by repeating it ad infinitum. Many past songs told a full story, intro, middle and end where as many of the songs today simply repeat themselves.

Because of this abhorrance to having my ears assaulted by the same 12 measures of music for 5-6 minutes, I did not mark my calendar to watch the Grammys this year. BIG MISTAKE. How could I have missed the reunion of the TIME? (granted, Rhianna ruined it with her 12 repeated measures) but was it not GREAT to see Morris preening himself in that mirror?

How about Tina? If I look half that good at what...76??? After that kind of life?

Alicia, Alicia, Alicia.....mind you, as a pianist, I do have the soft spot for other pianists, but honey, please. She sounded like she was singing along in the shower with her Frank Sinatra CD. One thing I could say about Natalie Cole (and she's a giantess, ain't she?) she was able to integrate pretty flawlessly with her father on the record.

Amy Winehouse - all I can say is, maybe try a bowl of cereal. She is grossly thin.

Check out YouTube if you missed it.

And I am telling you......

Ok, it's been yet another too long gap - keeping you, dear readers, hanging. Let's do a quick catch up on the goddess' life so that you can finally exhale.

First of all, I caught the last half or so of Dreamgirls (the movie). Now you know the goddess dotes on her three little ones and hardly takes the time out to sleep and almost never goes to the movies (why, it's coming on cable soon anyway!!). Pretty good movie. I especially liked Eddie Murphy - what a great part for him.

Yes, I saw Snakes on a Plane. Seems like the kind of movie that plays better in a movie theatre full of people screaming and shouting. Of course, we all know what the best line in the movie is...the rest of the movie is just ok.

Now, a real treat for you readers. a friend of mine sent this to me:



My favorite part is the subtitles translated into English, but I'm pretty impressed. The goddess appreciates any kind of good music!!!

For that matter, check this out - Enjoy!





Until later!