Excuse me while I kiss the sky

Oh Orson Welles, I can only hope to someday match your talent and girth

You ever drink so much coffee that you think maybe you're having a heart attack, or an acid trip, or a REALLY bad day? You're speeding along in your mind, making careful note of every minor slight and irritation that crosses your path. You tell your spouse, or significant other, or coworker that you really can't work with all these interruptions when they deign to LOOK at you. And it's not until the next day, or maybe after your first glass of petite syrah, that you realize, WHOOPSIE TOOTSIE, I drank too many soy latte's this afternoon and now I'm crazier than McMurphy.


No? Just me?

Lots of progress on the Lady Gaga video. I've got 3 minutes and 4 seconds edited. I can't believe how obsessive and particular the editing process is. A good friend of our Lady Gaga is a professional editor. She was kind enough to come over today and spend a few hours showing me some tricks, and helping me shape the video. So amazing the things she was able to pick out to shift around, to make it so much better, so quickly. Have I mentioned that besides our VERY supportive husbands, this whole thing has been girl powered, start to finish? Yup. Four moms, one twenty something hipster, and a partridge in a pear tree. I know women, who know how to do all kinds of amazing stuff. And they are usually doing it with a kid on their hip. My girlfriends kick ass. My primary evidence will be when you see what they were willing to do for this video. I'm pretty shameless, but these ladies are graceful, and dignified, and wise, and all I can say is, they must love me.

So you think you can dance?

Warning: If you are a mostly sedentary 30 something year old woman, who's last dance experience was in the Nutcracker when you were 11; skipping over teen night "dancing" at the Nectarine Ballroom when you were 14, because that mostly consisted of shifting your weight from one hip to the other, arms at your side, eyes scanning, mouth aloof; you should NOT spend two hours of your Sunday doing this:

And you should definitely not do it, without stretching, and then have a giant glass of Trader Joe's syrah, and go to bed. I'm just saying, you can try it. I'm hoping some of you do. I think I burned some calories, so at least I accomplished one thing on my to do list this week. There is however, a small chance that you will wake up in the middle of the night with a toddler sleeping on your face, totally unable to move your neck. No big deal.

I think it's going to be really sexy on Saturday when I'm dancing in my pink lamé tube top and my bedazzled neck brace. SO geriatric Gaga. Ok back to gluing mesh thongs on my Barbies, and brushing out my wigs.

For your viewing enjoyment

I'm not promising anything nearly as entertaining as this with the Lady Gaga parody video. However the dancing will be similar. Only with less "soul" in the hips...

this is a good look right?

Maybe I've totally cracked, but I really think this would be a good look for me. I've always wanted pink hair like Nony Tochterman of Petro Zillia.

Unfortunately there's not a lot of call for pink haired moms to sell laundry detergent and toilet tissue on tv. There should be. But there isn't. So I think the Lady Gaga video might be my chance to finally have pink hair. Indulge me for a minute here. It's pretty right?!