smockmomma: November 2008 Archives

take tetris, online gaming, bubblewrap and ben and jerry's pumpkin cheesecake ice cream, stuff it with chocolate, infuse it with caffeine, and then wrap it in a chocolate-dipped waffle cone topped with graham cracker crumbles and and a dollop of whipped cream, and you will have the only thing more addictive than the iTunes store.

songs on iTunes are only ninety-nine cents each, but download 32 - YES, THIRTY AND TWO - in the space of a few hours and not only are you out thirty-something-bucks, but you've let time completely slip away from you.

i will say this, i'm totally stoked to hop on my treadmill and get serious about my (avon breast cancer) walk training. and that, according to smockdaddy, is money and time well spent.

curious about the latest downloads? it'll be like hanging out with me at my apartment in college, with a couple of currents thrown in for good measure. it's over two hours of awesomeness, my friends.

We're Going to Be Friends-The White Stripes
Anyone Else But You - Michael Cera & Ellen Page
Bruises - Chairlift
Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode
Sign Your Name - Terence Trent D'Arby
The Blower's Daughter (Live) - Damien Rice
Waiting for the Night (Bare) - Depeche Mode
Days Go By (Radio Edit) - Dirty Vegas
Lovesong - The Cure
Welcome to Paradise - Front 242
Queer - Garbage
So Alive - Love and Rockets
How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths
Save Me Now - Dirty Vegas
Back to Life - Soul II Soul
Baby Bitch - Ween
Pump Up the Jam - Technotronic
Groove Is In the Heart - Deee-Lite
Father Figure - George Michael
Justify My Love - Madonna
Sign Your Name - Terence Trent D'Arby
Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode
Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground
Sadeness (Pt 1) - Enigma
Through With You - Maroon 5
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Passion - Peter Gabriel
Nightswimming - R.E.M.
With or Without You - U2
Breathe - Telepop Music
No Ordinary Love - Sade
Don't Explain (feat. Damien Rice) - Herbie Hancock

caveat: some of these guilty little pleasures have explicit lyrics, and their listing here in no way implies a summa mama endorsement and is not intended to substitute for professional advice of any kind. ~ the smock

the smock's flirty shoe tuesday



the hair toss: okay, we summas love us some kate spade. i present her "clarice" for your consideration. the best thing about these is the fact that you can buy a matching pair in black satin, too!


the wink: can you get any more precious than pink patent leather in a kitten heel? smock thinks not. here is one by gucci that just might garner more glances than a well-timed giggle.


batting the lashes: i don't know about you, but i want this shoe just so i can tell people its name: "draculette" by christian louboutin. and pink suede with criss-crossed hot pink velvet? tres nice.


blowing kisses: oh yes, a peek-a-boo toe and an ankle bow all wrapped up in one sexy little shoe. my grandmother would never wear open toes because she considered them too racy. i think she may have been on to something.


the double take: this shoe doesn't even need to come in pink to turn heads, honey. paint your toenails a yummy bubble gum and forget about it.

who didn't see this coming?



so, obama's been skipping out on church since the election ... for the gym. let the spin begin, but no matter how you slice it, it's plain ol' par for the course.

the sexiest and most delightful southern-fried duet ever.

so, when did our beautiful and beloved home turn into a hell-hated pignut? let me just tell you, smockdaddy and i have had all sorts of hell selling our old house. and, when i claim "old" i don't mean old, i mean the one we no longer live in. the one we moved out of over two years ago. whatever. it has been one major buttkick after another and i am not ashamed to admit that it has driven me to drink on more than one occasion.

the true problem is that we spent seven years building that house into our ideal dream home -- all kinds of custom wooden cabinetry, floors, and bookshelves. we even added a ginormous study to it. we nurtured a prayer garden, beautiful beyond belief, complete with an amazing meditation fountain. you name it, if it was an upgrade, we put it into that house. we poured our hearts into, and had three of our smocklings in, that home. we hated to let it go.

so, then we had the brilliant idea of keeping it as a rental property. let me just say this: if you ever want to have a little rental property as an investment on the side, first of all, do not love that house. you will cringe with true physical pain with every tenant who burns a hole in your wooden flooring, rips the doors off your custom built cabinets, tears out the wooden blinds, or absconds with the coolio doorknobs after having lived in your home for two months rent-free. secondly, try to have the voodoo foresight to know that the worst housing financial crisis in decades is not looming right around the corner.

after having dumped beaucoup bucks, sweat and tears into maintaining this house, it finally looks like we may be selling it -- monday. we've done everything short of bribing saint joseph to help us get it sold. yes, he was even buried upside down in our old prayer garden for what seemed like forever! but, as an act of faith that all will go well tomorrow, i unearthed him this weekend.

after walking through this empty, vacant, hollow home, my footsteps bouncing off wooden floors and naked walls, i went out to the prayer garden to get saint joseph. i stood under the tree we had planted there and cried because i was so happy that we're finally going to be out from under the financial burden of paying two mortgages and the emotional burden of constantly showing and promoting it and reading realtor feedback about why people don't like the house i love so much. i wept because we were giving away -- and in this market, that's exactly what we're doing, my friend -- the house that i have loved for nine years. the house that heard the tears and laughter of all six of our children. the hearth where we warmed ourselves and enjoyed so many major milestones.

this may seem ridiculous to those who've enjoyed family homes for ten or twenty years, or maybe even their whole lives; but you see, i've never experienced that. part of being a nomadic texan is being uprooted every few years or so. the seven years we lived in that house were the longest i have ever lived in any one house. it was the first house that i've ever had that i felt like i could really and truly call home. and i loved that home. the home where duncan learned how to ride a "real bike" and glynnis wrote her first short story, grace drew her first masterpiece, gabby took her first steps, and our smocktwins were born.

so we come to i john 2.15. love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. as i stood with bittersweet tears in the prayer garden this verse came to mind. i know the verse is, first and foremost, a commission to love God above all things, but standing there crying i couldn't help but think of it as a sensible and gentle caveat. do not become too attached to the things of this world because it'll hurt like hell when you have to leave them behind.

in order to focus on the joy of the situation, i thank God that we had that house -- maybe not as long as we had it -- but that He showered us with many blessings while we were there.

sounds about raht

You Are Chinese Checkers
You live a hyper, fast paced life. You rarely ever slow down.
You are good at juggling many things at once. You are the ultimate multi-tasker.

You enjoy being in a group - in fact the bigger the group, the better.
You are an enthusiastic competitor, and you can be a little ruthless when you play games.


smock says, this is one coolio tee, especially when you consider it's only 15 bucks. i will admit that, seein' as how i'm not a chess player, it took me a few minutes, or five, to finally get it. but once i did, i was duly impressed.* surely you have someone on your christmas list who needs a really rad article of coolage. besides, this is a rockin' website -- any site that adverts itself as "hardcore catholic" gets two smocks up. so buy one. now. c'mon. you know you wanna.

even if you don't don the duds, you can visit
* for other non-chess players out there, it's "respect the bishop."

2day's smockmusic

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i was actually jammin' to this song on my ipod this morning, but just found this video version. i had never seen this video before. the storyline actually brought an unexpected tear to my eye. totally coolmoe.

smock's daybook, nov 17 edition

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(a pic from smock's anne taintor day planner)

Outside My Window... night is falling because i can never seem to get to the summa's during daylight hours . . . how twilight of me.

I am thinking... that ladies' days really suck big time. and, ladies, you know of which i speak.

I am thankful for... midol. and friends who make warm fuzzy things for me for christmas.

From the kitchen... cereal night!

I am wearing... one of smockdaddy's big ol' sweatshirts and some stretchy pants. i'm diggin' the stretchy pants, lemme tell y'all.

I am creating... ummm.... a big ol' carbon footprint every monday since i have to pick up gab from school at 3, dunc from latin at 4, gracie from brownies at 4.30 and glynn from band at 5.

I am going... to finish my avon tomorrow and catch up on dexter and true blood tonight. can. not. wait!

I am reading... don't laugh, but i am STILL reading the same three books i reported on over a month ago. heavy sigh.

I am hoping... that i don't faint when i step on the scale at weight watchers tomorrow morning. can you say water retention? ugh.

I am hearing... lots of smocklings making evening noises. loud and happy and crazy evening noises.

Around the house... lots of smocklings running and frolicking! i'm braced for the SMACKTHUD sound though.

One of my favorite things... is a heating pad. where'd i hide it?

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: i will survive.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...


smock-ku over midnight

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little smocklings sigh
but only while they're sleeping
morning comes roaring

here is my favorite haiku of all time. sadly, i do not know the author.
it reflects my slightly jaded world view while maintaining a playful voice:

tiny hotel soap
too small to wash my body
yet i take you home

just for fun, why not share one of your favorites? or, better yet, submit one of your own!

the winds of change . . .



smock's monday music


bruises by chairlift. an awesome tune from a little known group, it was picked up for an ipod commercial and now it's everywhere. including smock's playlist. enjoy.



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