Ocean's Night

My kind of Ocean Night. Unidentified Surfer.

Age wise I fall into Gen X, but really I'm a Gen Y'er in behavior. I mean I blog my entire personal life to the world and then some, I tweet, I have more Facebook Friends than real world friends and most importantly, I'm a slacker Mom.

I've sworn off giving my kids birthday parties, because they are way too much work. But if I had a sister, I would totally make her throw my kids' names on the invites to her own children's parties. Yes, she'd be all goody goody, and I'd be all, "baa baa baa." Or do sheep say, "maa maa maa?" See what I mean? With it Moms know the answer, without having to ask.

Last night, I actually paid off my kids to leave a school function. Vinny's school was concurrently, running an Ocean's Night and a book fair. Seems like a great way to sell books to me, too.

I didn't have the intention of buying off my kids, like some mobster Mommy, things just worked out in my favor.

I was even planning on staying an entire hour, but when we hit the first activity area in the gym I nearly fainted. I get overstimulated very quickly, and I was overwhelmed by the amount of people crowded in the tiny room. I'm talking elbow room, y'all.

Then people started asking me about the contest, and I'm thinking to myself I should have printed and worn the "No I Didn't Win," t-shirt. I was so overwhelmed with anxiety and claustrophobia I couldn't even say, "I'm over that.....if you need more information, please refer to www.areyoubreathing.com May 17."

I should have at least printed a t-shirt that said that......oh well.

So after the claustrophobia learning area, we hit the book fair. It made sense, because at that point I was looking for a way out, fast.

"Books?" I say. "You want books, of course, you can have books," I tell the boys.

I didn't even say, "after we buy books, we're outta here." I played it cool. I knew I didn't have to say it, because lady luck was playing straight into my hand.

After our purchase, we made our way down to the lower playground for 10 minutes, a playground devoid of anything educational (fun may be completely under rated by some educational administrators). The boys played happily, while learning no-thing.

Then I roped them in with, "time to read your new books." And we shuttled off to the car without a single complaint. Goodbye, Ocean's Night, goodbye.

No, I'm Not In Love With Justin Timberlake Golfs at the 2009 ATT Pebble Beach National Pro-Am

Hey y'all! I popped over to the 2009 AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am Celebrity shoot out yesterday. I wish I hadn't spent forty minutes talking on the phone in front of Peet's, because I would have gotten way better pictures if I had arrived earlier.

From the looks of these pictures, one might think I have some sort of crush on Justin Timberlake. Well, I don't. But my Mom does and she is probably going to be very disappointed when she sees these pictures.

I can hear her now. "Why didn't you get there earlier?" she'll ask. "I think you should go back tomorrow."

"Okay Mom, if you're babysitting, I'll go get better pictures of Justin," I'll say reluctantly.

This was the first time I had actually gone to see the celebrities, besides surfer extraordinaire Kelly Slater, aka GOD. In the surfing world, Kelly Slater isn't a mere celebrity, he's a GOD.

For the record, GOD did not attend the celebrity shoot out, which was quite a mob scene. Though, I did endure the crowd of people and actually thought the celebrities were funny, despite GOD's absence.

The stars were in their element, performing for the crowd. Some more than others. George Lopez and Ray Romano were definitely the standouts. How could I forget Justin Timberlake. Sorry Mom. He was surprisingly funny.

But, personally I think Timberlake has issues. Shhhh. Don't tell my Mom I said that. She'll never babysit, again.


I assure you Kevin James is not smoking anything, so don't go Kellog over this photo. At least, I didn't smell any thing.


See, he's only smokin' a tee not a jay.



Michael Bolton thinking, "I am going to knock
this ball outta the park."

Huey Lewis thinking, "Oh my gosh, Michael,
how many times do I have to tell you,
this isn't baseball."



He's taking Sexy Back. For the love of sexy, Justin
please, don't leave with sexy now! You just got here.


Ray Romano, Justine "Ta Da" Timberlake
and George "Purple Rain" Lopez.


Justin Timberlake working the crowd and Michael Bolton.


Romano, Timberlake and Lopez having a laugh.
"Ha, ha, ha."



Timberlake telling Huey Lewis about last
night's Rave. "I was the hottest thing there."

Huey: "Sure kid, sure you were."


"Yes, I'm cute and, no, he's not my Dad," random
thoughts going through Justin Timberlake's mind.


"You're grounded," says Lewis.
Somebody's got Daddy issues.


Timberlake thinks, "Ray is funnier than me,
but he is not hotter, is he?"


Bill Murray says, "Huh?" While everyone else wonders why he's wearing a kimono of sorts, "Huh?" Not that Bill cares what anyone thinks, because he doesn't. He's so over superficial peeps and all their Hollywood beauty games.


Kevin James, Huey Lewis, Ray Romano's Sexy Back, Kenny G.


"Pay attention boys, I'm tired of repeating myself."
Looks to me like this classroom of boys needs some girls.


Timberlake ("Yeah I'm Hot"), Greg Kinnear and Chris O'Donnell.
Robin always was my favorite. Batman was a little too
old for my tastes.