mos def : quiet dog

i am going to double dutch the pants off of this song.

my imaginary boyfriend

okay. it's been three months and i'm finally ready to talk about it.

it happened like this: it was a tuesday in january and i was in need of a great read- something i could totally sink my teeth into and devour in one night. turns out, i found it: the secret lives of people in love by simon van booy. or as i like to say, the secret lives of people in love by the man with the british accent who looks like johnny depp and who is a widower with a daughter the same age as harper. he writing is so poignant and beautiful, i just about lost my mind the first few times i read his book. i crushed the open pages down on to my heart so deeply, that i bruised my ribs.

after this experience, i felt compelled to contact him...so of course, i did. i facebooked him late one night and we began chatting. turns out, he saw that i lived in colorado and took my glasses as a sign that i was part of the librarian's conference that he was to be attending in denver that weekend. so we made a date to meet on sunday.

i'd like to tell you how it went but i can't exactly remember. i just know that i was glowing and happy and that it lasted five hours and that when we walked to our cars to say goodnight, i realized that i was truly enjoying snow for the first time in my life. i remember us hugging and thanking each other for a beautiful night. i also remember being so flummoxed that i backed into a parked car.

and then it was over...but then the pr kicked in.

i told everyone with ears about this book. and they listened. and they freaked the fuck out as well. for a while there, i felt like i was running a simon van booy hotline. i would take calls from friends at all hours of the day who wanted to talk about it or read me a passage or just, you know, commiserate in the sweet pain of knowing that someone had completely and utterly mastered love...in a book.

and then i spun out.

i spent the next several weeks thinking about love. every spare moment of my day was spent on love. and then the lack of love came crashing in. i realized that i wanted to be loved the way the characters lived in his book. and this realization was a perfect mix of enlightenment, resolve and torture. and it hasn't subsided. but thank god my crush on him did.

i had a chance to see him in manhattan a couple of weeks ago. he was doing some work at the metropolitan museum and invited me up for tea. i almost went to see him but then i thought i'd rather just live with the memory we'd created in january and leave things as they were. besides, i had another man on the line for that day anyway. and you know what they say, a bird in the hand...

we still text and facebook from time to time (he calls me frenchy) and he asks about h and i ask about m and we trade a few laughs and call it a night. i will always owe simon a debt of gratitude for showing me how deeply love can be experienced. the way i see it, i've got a lot to look forward to.

his new book comes out next month and he's promised me a copy for my birthday. it's the least he can do after turning my world upside down.

the dooce is coming

welcome oh grand poobah of maternal irreverance. we have been expecting you. arrrr you ready to meet the mama who invented 'pirates milk' ? see you tomorrow night.

xoxo

the girls

why i love my friends #72

kate this car is sooooooo you. it's stylish and cool but not too serious. there are even drawers under the backseat "couch" for your spare shoes!! it's got effen throw pillows...uh hi, my car has throw pillows, want me to be your publicist?

glenn

so good to spend time with you this weekend. i can't believe it's been 17 years! you keep holding up L.A. and i'll do my best to reign over boulder. hair bands forever...mwah.

p.s. we have to go see anvil on the same night.

most interesting man: mixed nuts

these dos equis commercials came out a few years ago. they. are. killing. me. loads of 'em on youtube...go!

saturday

we've been in bed for hours...in party dresses, no less. popcorn is everywhere, we're on our jillionth hand of 'old maid' and we're drinking orange juice straight from the carton.

man, i love my kid.

heart full of wine: angus and julia stone (cover)

i wish i could crawl into this video and live there forever.