I'm moving

I have a confession.

I haven't been blogging very much lately. Was it obvious?

Starting at the beginning of this year, some changes blew through this household, some job-related, some school-related, and a few changes just might of traipsed on in here on four legs.

Much to my dismay, I just haven't had near the time I used to to spend hanging out over here. And as a result, I've outgrown this space, or maybe its outgrown me. However. I'm not quitting. I'm just um, downsizing.

Don't call it micro-blogging. Still call it me, just with less, uh, words.

From now on, emilythemom will be coming to you LIVE and IN PERSON [??] from a different direction:

http://emilythemom.tumblr.com/

Please say you'll come visit? And bring cookies?

Cool. See you there.

F.A.V. This Ones for the Beards.

Dear Beards,








I love you.

Love, me.

a marriage in pictures....

seven years ago today:


six years ago today:


2 months later:


4 years ago today...well...give or take a few days:


at the end of 2006:


and the beginning of 2007:



a long time before all of this:


this time last year:


this time last month:


my face when i got the seven year itch last week:


and saturday, handsomely surrounded by firework smoke:


happy anniversary, mr. hartley. here's to us. and at least sixty more years of pictures.

L O V E Y O U.

happy day, fathers.

Some people hit the jackpot and win a lot of money.

Me?

I won this:





happy fathers day to this guy.

Way Too Early on Saturday Morning Video?

I've been at my mother-in-law's house all week, and I've watched nothing but VH1 Classic.

My husband has always had this theory that cable should be sold by the channel. If that were so, this would be the channel I'd buy. Well, and maybe Boomerang too. [ I watched Snorks, so should my kids, damnit!]

And it just so happens that this week, was maybe the most perfect week ever to stumble upon the 'ol classic. Each night they've showcased a different Rock N' Roll Picture Show.

I started watching on Tuesday -which was The Last Waltz. I love this movie. Very few places will you find Neil Diamond on the same stage with Van Morrison, Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, and of course The Band. Nothing beats Van's performance of Caravan in this movie either, he can barely stand, yet his performance is awesome. I mean, how do you do that? I certainly don't know. Pretty sure I'd fall right of the stage.

Wednesday was Woodstock. I've probably seen this movie 50 times, but it never gets old. Even though its well, old.

Thursday was Ziggy Stardust, which kinda looks like I shot it myself, but with less irritation. I'm not sure David Bowie with a mullet and wearing a tiny jumpsuit could ever NOT be entertaining. Oh, and the music is awesome too. Though I must be truthful here. Fuse was showing a Bruce Springsteen concert at the exact same time. I may or may not have watched most of that instead.

But Friday. Oh Friday. Like a tasty little cupcake I've been hiding from my kids all week, Friday was The Song Remains the Same.
They could be performing the phonebook and this movie would still be fantastic. I mean as long as you keep the camera on Robert and you fast forward through that scary part where Jimmy Page ages backwards & forwards.

I couldn't have asked for a better week, being lulled into sleep by some of the greatest musical performances of all time. You know, I could have gotten a lot done while I was here. But l didn't. And if I had - i mean c'mon. look at what I would have missed. I'd be so much less of a person right now if I'd just done laundry instead.

So on that note, I'll leave you with two of my favorite Bob Dylan songs from the Last Waltz. Pretty sure he's the real one responsible for that fedora trend.

p.s. You know what The Classic is playing right now? Livin on a Prayer. Obviously, this week was meant to be. For me.

p.p.s this is my 200th blog post. Cheers.