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If you have a preschool age kid that watches entirely too much 30 minutes a day of Noggin, then you have probably gotten asked about the "movie with the alien and the astronauts". The first time Lucas asked we had NO CLUE what he was talking about. He kept saying "The show on Noggin about the astronauts that kill the space alien!" and Jason and I are looking at each other wondering when Lucas learned how to really use the remote and watch the SciFi channel, which lead to me accusing Jason of watching Battlestar Galactica while the kid was awake. Later in the day, when the commercial promoting Nick's playing of the classic children's movie ET the Extra Terrestrial came on, Lucas nearly wet himself with excitement as he pulled me away from the computer  preparing nutritious and delicious all organic and low fat kids meals, to show me the movie he was referring to earlier. "Ohhh! ET! Yes! Of course you can see that movie!" I declared with sweet memories of a delightful movie of a boy and his alien friend came rushing back to me. I looked at Jason, "I think ET was the first movie I ever cried during!"

Of course, we forgot to set the DVR and totally missed the (edited) version on a children's television network.

No worries screaming, whining child! We will put it on our Netflix!

3-days later (hey, we had to return Elizabeth the Golden Years that had been sitting here for the past 2 months), ET arrive to the squeals of delight from the boy. We started to watch it last Friday with his little buddy, Tate, but Tate didn't like "when ET's neck got long" and he just wanted to continue to play transformers. No worries, we will watch it tomorrow. It was nice to have something inside to do during the COLD RAINY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND (what the f?!)

I was actually excited. It had been years since I saw the movie and I was looking forward to reliving a childhood favorite with my kid. Because thats why we became parents! So we sit down and watch it.. first scene.. wait?? Is the teenage brother playing poker with his friends and smoking?! Huh? What? And the mother is HOME and allowing that?! Wait - did they just say "shit"? Checking the sleeve for rating...

I'm getting a little nervous now. Maybe this movie is WAY too old for Lucas. I start worrying about nightmares about aliens in the garage, when Elliott jumps up and yells at his brother "Shut up PENIS BREATH!" and Lucas collapses on the floor giggling repeating "penis breath! penis breath! hahahahaha!!!"

Oh, crap.

Yea, guess it's best to re-watch movies before letting you kid watch them. But then it struck me, aren't we supposed to be this liberal generation? This generation that doesn't hide things from our kids and whose kids have been exposed to way more things than we ever were growing up? If that's the case, why am I so shocked by smoking and swearing in a movie? For all of our liberal "hipster" parenting ideals, we still don't want to be the parents of the kid who screams profanities in the middle of pre-k.

Contemplation

I think a change is needed. I've been volleying back and forth on this one for awhile now, and am not quite sure what to do... with my hair.

I've pretty much had the same hairstyle now for about 4 years. The length has gone up and inch, and down an inch, the side swept bangs have been a little shorter and a little longer, but pretty much THE SAME.

See? Me at my 30th Birthday party

hi, Carrie!

Halloween 2005

May 2006

December 2006

May 2007

and last but not least, May 2008......

Blah. I could even go back further, but that would require me scanning old photos from before I had my handy dandy flickr account.

Am I boring? Am I in a hair rut? I keep wanting to do something different, but at the same time, afraid too.

Am I just hiding behind my hair? Or if "it ain't broke don't fix it"? Do you think it's time for a change? Or will it just make me cry?

Patting myself on the back while questioning everything

I need to publicly pat myself on the back here. I have point-obsessed now for just over 2 months, and am happily reporting that I am currently down 16.2 lbs.

I should be dancing on the ceiling and partying in the street, right? I should feel phenomenal. But, honestly, I don't. I felt better about myself when I hit the 12lb mark than when I exceeded the 15lbs one. Maybe it's because in the back of my mind I always thought I would look great if "I just lost 15 lbs".. I guess I've been lying to myself thinking that was all I really had to lose, but alas, I only needed to lose 15 lbs, um.. 15lbs ago?

And yes, I know, the whole "Give yourself a break, you just had a baby!" comment. And I did. And I note that. And I love her for helping me burn an additional 500 calories a day. But I guess I'm really just ready to feel good about myself again - something I haven't felt in a really long time.

The other interesting thing is the comments from people - the look of astonishment when I say that I've lost 16 lbs. The "Really? 16 lbs?!" Do they think I'm lying? Or they can not believe that I'm still so fat after losing roughly 10% of my body weight.

Honestly, I'm a little surprised also. 16lbs down I thought I would be needing a whole new wardrobe, I thought that I would be swimming in things.. and while everything is big on me, it's not unwearable big. It just looks like I'm wearing ill-fitting jeans.

Which, god forbid anyone ever thinks I don't wear correctly fitting jean.. I may lose my self-proclaimed "jean genius" title.

Because

Because 6 months is seriously the cutest age in the universe... Because I want to shove her in mouth and chew up her little thighs... Because clothes are finally fitting her.. And because Mommy STILL has not done a 6-month update and am officially 18 days late.. I bring you a photo montage of Zoë, the peanut-pickle princess:

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As you may have noticed (over there.. to your right..) I'm liking Twitter these days. It's like speed blogging. And its a great outlet for all those wonderful random thoughts that pop into my head throughout the day. And unlike this place, I think people actually read me over there.. hahaha.

I know you are all still out there. Most of you friends and family and new employers, but no one ever comments anymore, which honestly makes me a little self conscious that I've become even more boring than I constantly worry that I've become.

But at least I'm not a cougar.

Went out for happy hour at Del Mar Plaza the other night with the girls and the cougars of San Diego were IN FULL EFFECT. Let me tell you. I had to stop myself from walking around the place and pulling up the backs of jeans on 50 year old woman, while simultaneously pulling up and down their shirts to cover their bejeweled BELLY RINGS and overly tanned cleavage. I really thought that rhinestones went out of style about 15 years ago - I was unaware that one could even still purchase these belts (outside of Texas, where there, I will give it to them. Cowgirl bling is something that will never die, and thats fine IF YOU ARE A COWGIRL) since 1992 when I worked at the "Guess?" store in the mall and routinely wore one with my boots and a blazer; aka the "Guess? girl look".

But then I laugh because me? I will prancing around my Roxy sundresses and sweatshirts until I die, and when I'm 60 I'm sure some 30-something year old will totally laugh at me.

Expanding on that thought...For mother's day my mom bought me (yes, my mom gets ME mother's day presents too.. isn't she the best?!) the Roxy diaper bag I had been lusting over. While totally cute, and the perfect summer beach/pool baby bag, we were slightly disturbed(?) at first that Roxy, a label aimed at 16 year old girls, is making diaper bags.

Then we just realized that they know their demographics really freaking well. And while it may appear that they are trying to diaper bag the Jaime Lynn Spears' of the world, really these were made for people like me, 30 something moms that are refusing to grow up... at what point does "hip" just become teenile? Am I just like the cougars?