We went to Khumbamela, an Indian Culture Festival, on Sunday afternoon and met the Munssons, which is always enjoyable. (Sorry we missed you Sherwoods!) The festival was very cool too. I have mentioned my love of Indian culture and this did not disappoint. Complete sensory download. I was just trying to take it all in. Plus, Mick handed Peter and me some vegan something or other that he bought from one of the stands and I have yet to stop thinking about it. sooooo good. Note to self: go get Indian food soon. We all lounged in the grass while the blue eyed devils and Solara ran around. (cutest. kid.evah.)

I wish I had a super fancy camera to have caught the above image the way I saw it in my mind's eye. That woman was standing at the top of the hill, alone, her sari blowing in the wind and it just sort of took my breath away.

I am so late on this bus it's not even funny...but what about that EBay, eh? I'm having a ball. I'm being careful not to blow cash but it is tempting. I bought this darling bag I had been coveting for months. It says "I'm Not a Plastic Bag." Anya Hindmarch designed them for the We Are What We Do campaign last year.

A few weeks ago, my cell phone got really wet at the beach and was ruined. I was in no hurry to go get one, because it's an overwhelming pain in the ass, but it felt so odd not to have one and proved to be wildly inconvenient. I settled on the Samsung Blackjack. It arrived today and seriously I feel like a Judy Jetson.  The thing is so cool. I randomly just want to whip it out and point it at people and make that laser-y "pssshhhhhewwwww" sound.

Also, we rented season 1 of Heroes and I'm in love. RR had mentioned that she loved the show so I rented it for husband, (similar taste as RR) thinking I was being a nice wife, renting something for him. Turns out, I completely dig it. Good stuff. We rented 300 too and I lasted about 6 minutes before I tuned out completely. Snoozeville.  Monster, with Charlize Theron, was astounding. Send her another Oscar. She deserves it. She was hideous. I just kept saying "She is disgusting." I meant it in the most complimentary way. The real Aileen Wuornos was hideous. I rented a documentary about her to watch after Monster so I've had my fill of her. She was a piece of work.

If anyone needs me to sing every single song to the High School Musical 2 soundtrack, I'm available. I even come with my own pint size back up singer. All of the songs are permanently in my brain.

For her 6th birthday, Hadley asked if we could rent a stage and a microphone so she could sing and her party guests could come watch her. I thought this might be the most awesome thing she said today but then she spat out this gem this evening:

"Mama, I'm so excited I have a little bit of tears in my eyes. You know what I'm so excited about?" she said in that breathy, excited voice.

"What babe?"

"I'm so excited about the name I picked out for the rat that you're going to let me get when I'm 10."

Of course.

Shoutouts tonight to a Milwaukee gal who uses words like beatific and circumspect on a daily basis. Isle of View.