I can't bring myself to laugh at most of what W. does.  Like just now he put a coat on L's head and said, "Look!  Look Mom!  An eskimo!!"  Should I fake laugh?  I don't know.  It certainly wasn't funny.  I generally disagree with telling a kid they're good at everything, they poop stars and rainbows, and that they can be an NBA star if they want it bad enough because, well, I don't believe it's true.  Being a comedian is not in his future.  Mark my words.

Steve and I sometimes refer to them as "those people."  When they're being particularly unruly.

Right now there is an insane amount of noise happening behind the chair I'm sitting in.  Insane any time but mostly insane for 7:45 am.  When is the bus coming???  Please.  Come.  And soon (when I blog, I think their volume automatically goes up.  Just like it does when I'm on the phone.)

I put sleep aids in their dinner.

Just kidding, totally just kidding.

Unless they are leaking green or yellow from all orifices, they go to school.  If it's clear, school.  All but one orifice, school.

No, that's a joke too.

When W. asked us, over and over last weekend, to play with him, I told him, "That is why your Dad had 4 of you.  So you would play with each other."  (Side note: I did play a few rounds of Hangman, and Apples to Apples with him, so I am not entirely evil, but seriously, the boy does not self-entertain for very long.)

I really do love them, just so you know.  Sometimes I just can't handle their morning-energy.  I like to ease into my morning with a cup of tea and a quiet 30 minutes.  They are ready and roaring to go.  Especially W.  Every single morning.  Maybe I am feeding him too healthy.

Any other bad Moms out there?  Give it up.  Tell me.

1. Laima Shop Wrist Warmers | 2. Emmadime Bow Scarf | 3. Boden Basket Weave Beret | 

4. TrishaFern scarf

Some Christmas shopping is in order?

1. Mod Cloth Love Potion Dress | 2. Anthro Past Echoes Dress | 3. Mod Cloth Decadent Evening Dress | 4. Dear Golden Vintage No Wave Party Plaid Dress

Because we can play a game of Balderdash that has you possibly peeing your pants, just a little.  Especially when it's nearing midnight (and you already have the sleepy ha-ha's) so instead of trying to come up with elaborate definitions to actually win the game you come up with things like this: Hawser- the last name of a fictional doctor named Doogie but with a different spelling.  Maybe you had to be there.

Because my Mom hardly sat all weekend-- feeding us with bolognese sauce, baked oatmeal, sweet potato muffins, pork tenderloin, and more... being a hostess, as I now know, isn't all fun and games but she did it with a smile the whole time and, if I'm being completely honest, I was pretty lazy.  Thanks Mom, for everything.

Because they know me almost entirely and I know them almost entirely and we still love each other a lot.  

Because we didn't really get out of our pajamas all weekend long.  We mostly hibernated in my parent's living room watching TV, talking, and eating.  My idea of a perfect family weekend.

And I can't forget to mention my other sister, 

brother-in-law, and nephews who couldn't 

come this year.  We missed you guys.

1. pretty produce

2. an impromptu whole foods trip complete with a photo shoot... there's neeever a bad time for a photoshoot when you are a blogger now is there?

3. paninis... there's something so delicious about hot sandwiches

4. a cozy too-big-for-the-lap dog and teenager fast asleep after dinner

happy thanksgiving!  

hope you're surrounded by those you love and that your cup is full of joy... and eggnog.

thankful list, no. 3

1. my light blue sweater tights

2. these colorful felt balls that i am going to do something fabulous with.  wait and see.

3. a random note in the mail from a sister

4. cute school pictures

1. a playful dog who equals hours of entertainment sans a computer or TV screen

2. pandora... even though i reached my alotted 40 hours/month

3. a good stack of books

4. chapstick.  a must.

It's day two of Thanksgiving week... so there's my second list of thanks!

It's Thanksgiving week.  

Only fitting to begin it with a post of thanksgiving, yes?

1. California visitors

2. pizza

3. my Mom's homemade granola... the best

4. these glasses that make me feel supah classy when drinking even tap water from them - 

and guess what else?  $1.99 baby.

Gimme one thing you're thankful for, peepz!

I don't know, I don't know.

I have a hard time with change.

But I do know that my first day really playing with Photoshop has been fun and the header is the fruits of my labor (and Spidatter's who gave me a quick lesson).

I can't forget to mention the seriously awesome clipart from Pugly Pixel for the shipping tag updated again - now the thanks is for the flowers! (and Kelly Ann where I discovered it).

This sounds like a VMAs speech or something.

Cue the music.  I'm done.

P.S. Anyone know how to get free fonts on your Photoshop?  I tried it but Photoshop says it doesn't recognize the file.  You bettah recognize, Photoshop.  Help, anyone?

Like my living room re-do?  

I wish.  It's not mine.  Spotted it on this wonderful blog.  Whatever.

There are some sleeping Californians in my house right now.  That sounds so random--it's not so random.  It was planned.  They're spending the weekend here!  They're here and here.  And they're both pretty fabulous.

And I'm kinda loving these state prints.

I want to make this Tuscan dish.

I'm looking forward to reading this book--a birthday present from my sweet friend Jenny.

I like the simple gift-wrapping happening here.

And that's all folks.  Have a good weekend.  

Dear Family,

I'm so glad we got these family pictures done.  But, now that I know how sweet it is to capture these memories, these ages, haircuts, the braces and height, I think I want to do it every year.  Okay, family?

Thanks for managing to stay grass-stain free until the very end.  And for cooperating with the smiles and all of that.

And sorry when I'm a grouch (except the times when you really deserve it).

I love you.

Mom/Bridget

I am a die-hard dog lover.  My husband sometimes gives me grief because he says I love them more than people.  Will you who understand tell him to lay off?  I won't completely deny his accusations though I won't confirm them either.  The way I see it, they are these perfect little beings that are designed to love from the moment of birth to the moment of death.  You're fat, skinny, stupid, smart, live in a big house or small... they will love you desperately either way.  So, you can imagine my absolute anguish (I'm not being dramatic.  I think anguish describes it.) when I read this story this morning.  Warning: it's not happy.  Why do I feel the need to share it with you?  Because I am sad so I want you to be sad with me.

(Spoiler alert: I cannot believe this dog could survive a suicide bomber but NOT an idiot employee at a U.S. shelter.  It makes no sense.  I hope the employee is canned.  He gives the dog 2 days?!??  What the?  I am usually more forgiving than this but right now I'm just pissed.)


On a brighter note, December is on its way and so is my fanshmamtastical favorite things!

And another brighter note, I signed up to be a volunteer at a no-kill animal shelter this morning (my completely small part in this sad story)!  Hopefully I'll bring a little lovin' in to these dogs lives (and hopefully I won't bring every one home with me).

The Post Ranch Inn in Big Sur seriously calls my name.  Its architecture is completely organic and it is nestled in the cliffs, people.  There are pools, mountains, daily yoga classes, restaurants and a spa.

Stop it.

Steve, let's go.  Like yesterday.

yesterday was this guy's birthday. and since i've done this for everyone else, i couldn't miss him!

i died a little when i saw this.

in a good way, of course.

one change: i miiiight put up a cool barricade of some sort

so people aren't falling off my 

second story into the first story to their deaths.  

that wouldn't be nearly as fun as guests staying alive.

(and did you spot the sink on the right side of the kitchen?

cooooooolest.)

found here.

a birthday weekend in pictures.

1. watching megamind 3d

2. father-daughter pumpkin ball... cutest.

3. my first (and only) christmas decoration so far

4. mom and i watching the nephew's football game

5. my birthday cake that i might've had something to do with

done way better here

it was a great birthday.

and now to a great monday.

i've been loving this song lately but just checked out the video for the first time and, what do you know, i love it too.  it'll make you happy, i think.

i saw megamind at an imax theatre today with the kids, my sister, my nephews, and my mom and dad who drove up from pa today.  they surprised the kids and showed up for lunch and then the movie.  it was fun.  i liked megamind.  if you at all like kids' movies, it's a good one, i think (you can't go wrong with voices like will ferrell, tina fey, brad pitt, and jonah hill though it still doesn't top how to tame your dragon in my estimation).

i have a fun weekend coming up... football games, family time including mom & dad!, drinks and apps at our favorite mexican restaurant, birthday celebrations (mine included!), and the weather is supposed to be sunny and "warm" (50 degrees).  it'll be a good one, i think.

i'm over guest blogging today for the wonderful ashlee at my spoiled eggs.  

run, don't walk!

but i can't promise any yellow cords over there.

maybe some laughs.

but mostly some honesty.

honesty's good?

Did you know...

...you don't have to be Marsha Brady to wear yellow cordoroys these days.

Unfortunately, my brain is fresh out of ideas right now.  Which is so unusual since there are times--lots of them--when I'm driving along and blog post ideas stream from my conciousness and fill the car.  Now is not one of those times.  But, does that happen to you too?

So, this will be a random one.  But, I don't think you guys mind those.  Do you?

Trader Joes Vanilla Cinnamon black tea is delicious.  I'm drinking it now.  Add some half and half and a little sweetener of your choice.  It's really good.  I wanted to try the Candy Cane green tea per this lady's recommendation but I realized I'm more of a black tea girl than a green tea girl.  So I didn't.

I walked through Anthropologie yesterday and left without one thing.  But, everything was gorgeous.  The displays, the dish towels (I love their dish towels), the Christmas decorations, the pajama pants, the clothes, the floors, everything.  I have a bit of a physical reaction there.  I lose that part of me that wants to feed the poor and save for kids' college and I just want to be rich, keep all the money, and buy everything.  Isn't that horrible?  Is it less horrible because I just admitted it?

Is it too early to start decorating for Christmas?  Do you all wait till after Thanksgiving?  How about Christmas music?  I have started listening to it already.  In small doses.  I put Josh Groban's Noel CD yesterday and my husband might've judged me a little.

We're staying home for Christmas this year which I'm actually psyched about.  We were away last year and I think there's nothing better for kids than the traditions that exist in your own home at Christmas time.  I hope to get to do some ice skating in Boston, watch It's a Wonderful Life (my husband's favorite), build fires, and do other Christmasy things.

You better believe I'm starting up Bridget's Favorite Things (like Oprah's, just bigger and better) on December 1st.  Most of you probably weren't with us (I act like this blog is more than a one-man production.  It's not.  It's really just me.) last year when "we" did it, but this year... just wait!  Round 2!

That's all for now.  Have a good Tuesday.

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shining, shimmering, splendid!  Tell me princess, now why did you only just put me on your face?  I can open your eyes.  Take you wonder by wonder.  Over sideways and under on a magic carpet ride!"  This is the song I sang to L. the whole way home from LensCrafters after she got her first pair of glasses.  The song was supposed to be the glasses singing to her.  I changed a few lyrics.  Sure, some of the syllables have to be rushed through, but whatever.  It makes total sense.

Anyway, she was thrilled.  Putting them on, off, on, off: "I can read the sign.  I can't read the sign.  I can see the clock.  I can't see the clock."  There was a lot of that happening.  She no longer has to sit with her nose glued to the television screen to watch a show.  She can see all the various lumps and bumps in her yogurt (a new discovery that doesn't have me particularly thrilled.  She is a food-investigator.).  She'll read the blackboard without scooting her chair close.  She can see the outlining of leaves on the trees and each one of Gracie's single hairs.  It's a whole new world!  And that is why I sang the song.

i love this cake stand.   love it.

ever since seeing it here, i'm a lil obsessed.

someone gots to go antique-ing.

that someone is me.

hope you're having the loveliest of saturday nights.

we are watching my fair lady.  

i think the last time i saw it was like 1989 so i'm looking forward to it.

+NOTE: I'll be updating as things FLY OFF THE SHELVES or rather, as i slowly sell them.


i'm purging.  some of this stuff might go to consignment, goodwill, ebay... all of the various places that things go when people purge.  but, i thought i'd at least offer it to you fine folks first.

prices are low.  demand is high.  get it while you can (the first is the only true statement).

e-mail me if you're interested: bridget.c.hunt@gmail.com.  i will ship!

this is the same pillow, different design on each side.

i have two of them.  literally with the tags on (impulse buy?) from urban outfitters.

girls size 2.  they were worn maybe 10 times.  stupid.

i actually really like these but they're just too wide for my narrow foot.

size 8.

excuse my unpainted, chipping toenail.  

these are a size 7 from UO and my foot just slips all over the place in them 

(again, narrow feet).  wore a few times.

le sport sac bag and change purse.  

white flats, hardly worn.  size 8.

note: sale is only for 1 shoe.  to use as a planter?

just kidding. i have two.

sweet pea tank, size small.  don't think i even wore it.

  and ooh!  a little stomach action up in thur.

choc brown express small tank with gold details.

i think i wore this once.

various necklaces and a sad solo bangle.

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