My cup of envy runneth over!!!

Did you guys hear me screaming at the top of my lungs?

It sounded a lot like this:

AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh!

No, it was more like this:

AaaaaHHHHHNOWAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

No, it was more like this:

OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


My daughter just called me from her soccer slumber party, which just so happened to be hosted by the neice of Jack Johnson, who just so happens to live right next door to . . . you guessed it . . . Curious George!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

I just love that little monkey!

And GUESS WHAT!? Guess, guess, guess!

Okay you'll never guess!

Jack Johnson came over to the slumber party and sang a bunch of songs for the girls!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And guess what else!? Guess, guess, guess!

Okay you'll never guess this one.

Jack Johnson talked to my daughter.

And you know what he said? Huh? Huh? Huh?

He said, and I quote:

"I think I met your mom. She looks just like you."

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It just goes to show how important it is to spawn carbon copy offspring of yourself so they can jar the memory of famous people you love.

I wonder if he remembers wrapping his arm around me and kissing me on the cheek?
I still haven't washed that cheek, btw.

(I just hope he doesn't know that I found out about his Eagle Powers.)

P.S. Sorry for interrupting my skillz post. You can go back to ooh-ing and aah-ing over my uber awesome new photog/blog skillz now.

Got Skillz!

So I just got me some serious new photog/blog skillz which I am dying to show off (in a Braggedy Ann sort of way).

And since I spent the last few days in town watching my daughter lose both her state soccer games I will now exhibit my new skillz less through my amazing Jack Johnson and more through my amazing daughter.

But first, if I were an impressionist this is how I would paint what Hawaii looks like from my Santa Fe window as I'm driving to my daughter's soccer game:



And if I were a cubist . . .



And if I were a swirlist, this is what why daughter's soccer field would look like cubed then squared then swirled:



And if I were a realist . . .



Now for my amazing daughter . . .



Here's what she would look like if she played soccer during the early twentieth century.



And here's what she would look like if she were playing soccer in the mid twentieth century:







And here's what she would look like if she were playing soccer in the early twenty first century.





And here's what she would look like if her team didn't have enough uniforms so she had to exchange shorts publicly every time she subbed in.