Deuces

Okay, I read the books so I think I can safely have an opinion that reflects my indifference and lack of interest in the 50 Shades movie. I might have rolled my eyes as I watched the scenes unfold on my laptop. I might have gotten into overly-lengthy discussions with my wonderfully beautiful and intelligent girlfriends about what makes a man sexy (on Facebook, of course- as it is the CNN of all intelligent social conversations...) And even though my horoscope says I am about to have a rockin' weekend where love is concerned I am convinced it won't be because I am in any way swayed by the beguiling (if not awkward) stare of Christian Grey. What am I missing here, friends?  Why can I not swoon?  Why am I incapable of finding Mr. Grey's broody demeanor in any way intoxicating? Am I the only female alive that finds moody, complicated men selfishly annoying? Am I the only one who sees this photo and wonders why they look painfully ...

I  had a nice, relaxing Valentine's weekend and somehow managed to pass out each night since Friday before 9 p.m.  The pink and yellow roses Lloyd brought home brighten my kitchen window and the lovely card with his enduring sentiments rests atop the mantle.  But as the long weekend dwindles to a slow, crawling close, I hang out with just my littlest Valentine while Lloyd plays in his weekly Sunday soccer game. And these are the recent images that remind me of how crazy in Love I am with this little beauty: Smooches Before My First Half-Marathon   At KB's Baby Shower   At John's Incredible Pizza Making Our "That's Incredible!" Faces   And again, at John's, displaying our mutual enthusiasm for our "matching denim jackets!" (Her idea, not mine... She's masking her glee behind the faux frown) And Commemorating Our Saylerbration of a First "Official" Pedicure in Photo   This is my littlest ...

It hasn't been but a few days and already I can sense the indulgence and dependability on this #Apple product. I am not good at keeping surprises, so the Valentine's Day gift to Lloyd and Sayler presented itself early.   An #iPad Air.  Something to keep Sayler from my iPhone and texting my customers.  A place for Sayler to watch her movies and YouTube videos instead of on mommy's 'cmpootr'.  And a way for her to learn to take photos from this device instead of taking videos from my phone that she sends to people in my contacts list.  Because getting a text that reads "were you shopping at Costco today? I think you sent me a video..." is quite embarrassing. Oy. It's something Lloyd can record music on and get excited about while deciding to show me all of the amps available on the Air while I attempted an indulgent soak in the tub.  As I lingered in peace, he stormed in with the smile of a 5 year old telling me about the features of...

It's got to be the mall's fault. Ariel and I were reconnecting after several days apart so we decided the healthiest way to spend that time was by doing a significant amount of cardio via shopping (extensive lifting of new clothing items and trying new things on can wear a girl down).   And everywhere I looked I was reminded that Valentine's Day is coming. And ever since then I can't get all the baby-making jams out of my head.  Little known facts: Historians actually attribute the first RnB songs to San Valentín, the patron saint of getting it on.   He and Keith Sweat wrote "Make it Last Forever" on a napkin while riding a train with Marvin Gaye.    It's true.  Look it up. And it started with a tame, romantic visit to this new XO song...  which I love. But things started to escalate with Janet Jackson's Anytime, Anyplace. and I have been teetering back and forth between old skool Jodeci and my singer crush...