Jersey Boys {Movies}

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 I’ve been waiting for this day for MONTHS, Bloggies.  Jersey Boys  is finally available on iTunes, and I’ve been watching it all morning.

Did you see the live show?  You won’t be disappointed.  Missed it in theaters?  TRUST ME, this movie’s the best.  I’m not a Franki Valli fan per se, but the production level and acting and music in this movie?  It’s aces.

See that, I’ve got a Jersey accent today. Fuhgeddaboudit.

Not sure you know any Four Seasons songs?  Here’s the soundtrack:

Beyond the music, the cast is great, including (wait for it) Christopher Walken as Gyp DeCarlo.  I didn’t know before now, but Christopher Walken is a dancer?

Frankie is played by John Lloyd Young, a local boy from Sacramento.  He played Frankie Valli on Broadway for two years prior to this film, and he’s great.  In fact, he is the only American actor to date to have received a Lead Actor in a Musical award at the Tonys.  What more can I say, this was my favorite movie of 2014, hands-down.

Sorry, Frozen.

 

Feels Like Friday: Russell Brand interviews Pink

Russell Brand Interviews Pink


When I sit here and ponder my weekend, I think — who would I most like to spend it with in the world, and the answer is my family Russell Brand and Pink.

Here they are on Russell’s MTV show in 2009.  You’ll notice Russell leans in to talk with her, and as many times as he leans in — she backs away.  Funny to see her giggly and nervous.

Enjoy, Bloggies! Happy Friday!

Ebola? I hardly know ya.

photo credit:  clement127/flickr

photo credit: clement127/flickr

The Ebola virus lives in warm body fluids. It doesn’t float in the air and it doesn’t survive being dried out. And it has to get into your body to infect you — via the eyes, nose or mouth or in a cut. People who might transmit Ebola are very sick. In 40 years of Ebola outbreaks, there haven’t been any mystery infections.via NBC News

Remember when I told you I was a hypochondriac?  Well,   I find the last two sentences of that quote comforting — you won’t be sitting next to someone with the disease without knowing there’s something wrong.

Unless they’re wrong.

For now, we all have to believe that Ebola can be contained, and we can’t panic.  But as a mom?  It’s scary.  I would imagine it’s scary to absolutely everyone, but since I’m a mom, I can verify that it’s scary.  For moms.

My kids have terrible hygiene, for one thing.  Not the older three — teenagers realize the opposite sex is paying attention, and each kid that’s hit puberty in this house has also hit the Axe deodorant aisle.  Hard.

No, I’m talking about the Littles.  I look at the black smudges on walls, tables, chairs and handrails and realize how lucky we are that the virus isn’t spread by little grubby hands.

Unless they’re wrong.

How can we protect ourselves and our loved ones?  Do we even need to think about it here, in our relatively healthy home?  Should we be wearing a HazMat suit at the grocery store??

I have no idea.

Here’s what I’ve been able to gather from the CDC’s website.

  • Wash hands frequently or use an alcohol-based hand sanitizer.
  • Avoid contact with blood and body fluids of any person, particularly someone who is sick.
  • Do not handle items that may have come in contact with an infected person’s blood or body fluids.
  • Do not touch the body of someone who has died from Ebola.
  • Do not touch bats and nonhuman primates or their blood and fluids and do not touch or eat raw meat prepared from these animals.
  • Avoid hospitals where Ebola patients are being treated. The U.S. Embassy or consulate is often able to provide advice on medical facilities.
  • Seek medical care immediately if you develop fever (temperature of 101.5F/ 38.6C) and any of the other following symptoms: headache, muscle pain, diarrhea, vomiting, stomach pain, or unexplained bruising or bleeding.
  • Limit your contact with other people until and when you go to the doctor. Do not travel anywhere else besides a healthcare facility.

Does any of this make you feel better?  Because if you’ve been touching bats or eating them raw, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore.

Can you feel me hugging you right now?  Through this rubber suit, I mean?  If you can, drop me a comment — how are you & yours handling Ebola panic 2014?

 

Non-Cakes: Low Carb Cinnamon Pancakes {Dukan}

Bloggies, I’ve started the Dukan Diet, and I’ve lost — wait for it — three pounds in three days.

Let’s hear it for water weight, woooohoooo!!!

I’ll be updating you on my progress, but I will say that this first week is called the, “Attack” phase and consists of: lean protein, oat bran, water, and a daily 30-minute walk.   The theory is that limiting carbohydrates forces your body to burn fat.

Basically, you can eat unlimited quantities of food, as long as they’re on the approved foods list, which includes very few carbs, if any.

So what in the world do you eat on this thing?  Well, I’m sharing a recipe today, because it was so good, I couldn’t even tell I was eating a “Dukan” meal.

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Ingredients:

  • One Egg (or equivalent egg whites)
  • 2T  Nonfat Vanilla Greek Yogurt
  • 3T  Oat Bran (1.5T on Attack Phase)
  • 2T  Stevia or Splenda
  • Cinnamon to Taste

Low Carb Cinnamon Pancakes:

  1. Whisk the egg and then slowly stir in the yogurt
  2. Stir in the stevia, cinnamon and oat bran
  3. Use nonstick spray oil to a frying pan on low/medium heat
  4. Pour the mixture in, cooking for 1-2 minutes on each side until brown

You can make one large (pan-sized) pancake, but I made several “silver dollar” pancakes instead.  I also added a dollop or so of the yogurt on top, with an extra shake of cinnamon.

Enjoy!

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Bean Pit at the Pumpkin Farm

bean pit?  I thought that said Brad Pitt.  Disappointing.

The Littles are “too old” for the bean pit at the Clayton Valley Pumpkin Farm… Or so they said.

Despite 90 degree heat, I had to drag them out once it was time to look for pumpkins.  At one point, Bennett said, “I wish we had one of these at ho-oome,” as if he were lounging in a hot tub.

Dream big, kid.  Dream big.

Bean Pit at the Pumpkin Patch

How YOU doin?

Shh.  I'm resting my eyes.

Shh. I’m resting my eyes.

Sisters are fun.

Clayton Valley Pumpkin Farm

The one where I’m a hypochondriac. Or Dying.

Little known fact:  I’m a hypochondriac.

Currently, I believe I have mono (I don’t), strep (no chance) and chronic fatigue syndrome (just lazy).

I do have narcolepsy, though.

That’s a real thing.  I know, because I fall into a deep, coma-like sleep every single time I try to read on my iPad.  I mean, every time.  Typically, I raise the iPad up to begin reading, scroll-scroll-scroll to wherever I left off the night before, and then:  WHAM!  There’s an iPad slapping me in the face.

That sucker’s heavy, too.  I don’t have the iPad Air, you know.  I have the full-on dinosaur, first-release, fat iPad.  The iConcussion.

Back to my (undiagnosed) narcolepsy.  Here’s what I’ve found on WebMD:

Several specialized tests, which can be performed in a sleep disorders clinic or sleep lab, usually are required before a diagnosis can be established.

Did you get that, Bloggies?  There’s a place I can go called a SLEEP LAB.  Where they would like me to SLEEP.

I’m in.  And I am really good at it.

My poor kids, too.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve opened my eyes to find Littlest staring at me, patiently waiting for a break in the REM cycle.

his mom's a hypochondriac

Goofy tooth and all.

Does this child look worried to you?  Do you think he realizes that I have the ebola virus (not a chance)?  Does he even see the chicken pox, just itching to emerge from my Irish pallid skin?  Sometimes people with husky voices like me are hiding something.  Something like laryngitis.

He’s unconcerned, and that’s my gift to him.

That’s right, Bloggies.  Cry wolf and name names, because your kids will become (wait for it) immune to the whole thing.  You’re actively lowering their stress level because nothing seemingly stressful ever pans out.  Their mother is NOT having a stroke, she’s numb on one side because she’s sitting on the TV remote.

Parenting.  It’s just not that hard.