Muse Quiz

I took the "The Nine Muses" quiz on gURL.com



My muse is...
Calliope
Calliope is the patron goddess of epic poetry. She is often depicted holding a writing tablet and wearing a golden crown, for she is the oldest of the muses and their leader. Her name means "The Fair Voiced," but Calliope inspires eloquence in writing. The next time you feel compelled to write (especially something "big"), call upon Calliope for inspiration and perhaps you'll pen your greatest work yet. Read more...

Who is your muse?

The twins next door

I was working out in the front yard today when the 5-year-old twins next door came over to investigate. We were chatting while I dug up weeds and Haley (the shy one) asked "What's your daddy doing?" I smiled at her and said, "Sweetie, he's my husband and I think he's paying bills."

Later I was watering the herb bed in front of my son's bedroom when I squirted him lightly through the screen and he squealed. The girls giggled like mad and Hannah (they daring one) said "Make your brother scream again!" I had to explain that he's my son and I'm his mom.

It's even funnier in hindsight - like they thought I was their age because I was having conversations with them like equals, not talking down to them like kids. They are very fun neighbors to have.

Evil Genius and the Southern Cross

My brother, the EvilGenius, just returned from a trip to New Zealand to visit his KiwiGirl and he turned me on to his super-secret stash of pictures from the trip.

They were all lovely and intriguing, but these two in particular rocked my world:




















Hopefully, he'll post a comment and tell us something about these locations.

Cowardice

I have never been a huge fan of Michelle Rodriguez, but I find this to be a simple act of cowardice. Girlfriend, have the courage of your convictions and/or actions, at the very least. We've all seen the pics, read the interviews and heard the anecdotes - you'll get more respect by either being honest or saying nothing than outright denying your enjoyment of seks with women!

My little big man

Saturday night was prom night for my son. What a great experience for him to go to a small-town prom where the senior class is less than 20 people so that both the juniors and seniors go, it's held in the gymnasium and a committee of junior girls did all the decorating. They had an ocean cruise theme, a DJ, election of a prom king and queen, and were announced at the door upon arrival by a senior member of the faculty.

In comparison, proms in LA are held at hotels or other off-site venues and are decorated and catered by professionals. There are usually hundreds of people in attendance, the elegance is kind of cold and impersonal and I understand that they no longer elect kings/queens because it's considered a divisive popularity contest.

My son danced all night and even danced with his girlfriend's art teacher, who taught him the Texas Two-Step. Katie was so happy that he danced so much - apparently a lot of boys consider dancing a sissified activity.

Here is the lovely couple before the dance.