I always knew the cancer researchers were putting the rest of the sciences to shame while trying to cure cancer. This video from McGill University’s researchers, students & volunteers at the Goodman Research Centre proves it! They not only know how to throw down to cancer but bust a fine move while at it.

On a side note: My oldest one day surprised us one day by performing this song, apparently, he also knows how to rock it.

And for a bonus after you watch go to original video here & share it with lots of friends! Because for every hit the video gets, the video’s sponsor Medicom will make a donation to support the Goodman Cancer Research Centre work.

“Mom, Mommy, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mom, Mom, Mommy…”

Huh? I realize someone is talking to me in real life, not in my dream.  Makes sense given I am dreaming about being on a beach with no one else around except my husband & magical drinks which keep appearing.   I thought it was odd while I was laying on the beach that Mike would be calling me Mom or Mommy in my dream, we don’t roll that way.

Then I realized slowly that it wasn’t him, it wasn’t in a dream, but one of my kids.

I will be honest, I tried to ignore it. I tried to keep my eyes closed as I was dead tired. And Mike had been up with the kids, he was giving me a chance to sleep until he left. I was thinking whoever this is can go & ask their father.  After all I was busy. Sleeping. That thing I don’t get to do regularly at this stage in my life.

But it starts again.

“Mom, Mommy, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mom, Mom, Mommy…”

But it doesn’t stop.  Now the tapping is accompanied by breathing.

Someone is breathing on my face while saying “Mom, Mommy, Mom, Mommy, Mommy, Mom, Mom, Mommy…”

I opened one eye to see Mamacita tapping my arm.

“Yes?”  I mumbled in my half-awakened state.

“Hi Mommy. Are you sleeping?”

“Not anymore. What did you want sweetie?”

She must have some dire emergency to have woken me.  One that requires her to wake me, on the day I am getting to sleep in, one that her father can’t help her with. One that requires only Mommy.  One that needs me up to come to her rescue.

Then she answers with this:

“Oh, I just wanted to know if you were sleeping.”

Seriously?! That is all she wanted. She just wanted to know if I was sleeping?

And for those who haven’t seen this before, this is how I felt.

Here’s to enjoying the day and getting ready to embrace layers for the upcoming Fall & Winter season!

This is Lost In My Mind by The Head and The Heart. It is beautiful. Period.

Momma once told me
You’re already home where you feel loved
I am lost in my mind
I get lost in my mind

In other news I am NOT changing my blog name. I know I wrote about it before. But turns out I am married to her.  I can’t leave her. Even if I want to say it was a moment in time one I want to leave behind, turns out that moment is part of ME.  And I love her.  I am her. I am no longer running from who I am.

Because there is nothing on TV lately besides anything related to New Jersey* and I’ve already seen all those shows.

Repeatedly. And then a few times again after that.

I am only watching every show to ever come on TV about New Jersey because it is socio-cultural research for my lectures.

WHAT?? It COULD be true. Even though it’s not.

Anyway while taking a break from my New Jersey streak of reality TV watching I watched The Planets.

Terrible mistake.

Why? Because it was all about how the sun is going to blow up and the Earth would fry.

In fact, the one scientist interviewed said “Surely, we’d all be fried.”

That would take Jersey tanning to a whole new level. Forget the orange Oompa-Loompa look.  Instead the fried like an egg on the hood of a car look would take over.

I turned to Mike & said “This is supposed to relax me? Now I have to worry about the total annihilation of the Earth in billions of years.  Billions of years is going to come just like that (insert image of me snapping me fingers for effect) for humanity. Think about it! We’ve been together for over 14 years and think how fast it’s gone!! Billions of years will be here before we know it.”

Mike looked at me like he usually does when I am being neurotic over the solar system. He looked at me like I was a crazy person.

His response “Think about it this way, we’ll be dead before then and chances are humans will be extinct on the Earth. So the chances of any humans frying is pretty low.”

See that’s my husband always looking at the positives in life.  Why worry when we’ll be extinct? Why go there?

Then again now I have to worry about human extinction on top of the Earth being fried by the Sun.

*I also apologize to everyone who is from New Jersey for watching TV stereotypes about New Jersey that I logically know do NOT represent New Jersey in full or Italian-Americans who are often the premise of such shows  in full (I swear my Nana is rolling in her grave ready to hit me with a wooden spoon for watching). I promise to stop. Definitely. Once TV producers stop bringing shows about New Jersey.  I will stop then. Promise.

(band is Middle Class Rut, song New Low)

I’m going to be honest. (Deep breaths…)

I’m a little (or more than a little) worried about what will happen when Baby Girl makes her world debut. I don’t want to go back to how things were after D-man. The reality of postpartum depression is one that I would wish on no one, not a single soul. Mike & I are taking a lot of steps to help make sure this doesn’t happen & I will have a full leave after Baby Girl gets here, but logically we both know that there’s a lot of our control.

But if I’m real with myself & everyone else then the possibility of going back to a New Low isn’t one I want to face most days. I am loving my life, I am loving being pregnant, I can’t wait to hold her, have the “big” kids hold her (they are SO excited), see Mike rocking with her, & everything else in our lives are going so well right now. And yet, I HAVE to face it, I have to face the possibility, so I (so we) can be ready for whatever is thrown my (our) way.

Going back is not an option. Moving forward is all there is.

This is so cool. I can’t even put together a Lego kit with the instructions without disaster ensuing, let alone could I build a Lego Super 8 Camera like Friedemann Wachsmuth did.

Hat tip to my husband, Mike the ultimate Lego Nerd, who saw this over at Slashdot & had to share it.

Because some days you need to go to the rising tide with someone who is kind.

When Mike & I first started dating & living together i remember listening to this song wondering…

After all, love can’t happen and when it does it can’t last, especially young love. Doubts seeped in & during the hard times I’d wonder if we’d think about how hard we tried.

Turns out I was wrong.  Love can happen.  It can last.  Even in the moments when you think about how hard you’ve tried. Doubts don’t write your love story, you do.  Together you write it in all you try and all you do.   And we’ve written one in the quiet of our lives that neither Mike nor I would trade for the world.

But this is still a beautiful song.  And I love what this young woman did with the photos…

Song is Both Hands by Ani DiFranco

My sister in law & I were talking about this video last week & I personally I wonder if all toddlers aren’t a lot like someone who’s had one too many. They go from “I love you, man!” to smashing toys in an instant while screaming. They stumble around walking into things without a care in the world. You can’t always understand what they are talking about, even if they INSIST you do. They put their clothes on backwards if you let them try or think pants on their head is hilarious (which I mean it is but still). And you can’t trust them to drive, ever. I mean, EVER.

*For those who think this is in bad taste, I agree & can’t believe anyone would ever joke about this. Using a toddler to represent the downward spiral of a middle aged woman. Only someone whose Swedish could have done this. Same with IKEA pure evil. Pure evil.

I can’t believe I posted it. I’m shocked! Purely shocked! I’m offended at myself, not only am I late posting this, but I have a total inability to understand the dire nature of toddlers who trash bars with fake booze & puppets. Still it’s not half as bad as watching Charlie Sheen given that’s real.