Berlyn’s New Drug


December 23, 2008

Cinderella. Holy Shit. The girl is addicted.

She watched it for the first time a few weeks ago, and it held her attention for approximately 22 minutes. So I didn’t think anything of it when I popped it into her overnight bag when she stayed at her grandparents’ the weekend Pat and I went out of town. Well, that was apparently when the obsession started.
Perhaps, it was because we were away, and she was looking for a little enchantment to fill the void of absent parents, or maybe she was just bored, but whatever it was, she came home with with a new obsession.

Now she carries around the Cinderella DVD case all day long. Seriously, the girl carries around a DVD case! Who does that? It goes wherever she goes, and she insists on watching the movie several times a day. Well, crap, I’m not the kind of mother that sits her child in front of the T.V. all day, so I of course limit her viewing to once-ish a day, but you’d think her brains were on fire when I tell her she cannot watch it when she is at the park, or in the car, or laying in her bed.
The obsession continued as of last night, when her best friend, Cailey Bea came with a Christmas gift for Berlyn. Well, wouldn’t you know, it was a Cinderella figurine set.

Now the Cinderella mania is heightened to a new degree of craze: She lines up all the dolls in compulsive lines and then picks up each one and has a conversation with them, before placing it back down in the same exact spot she retrieved it from. It’s all very neurotic, but the fact that she’s not even 2 makes it dismissible. I suppose if she is still doing it at 23, then we might have an issue.


That’s awesome! Tell her to bring the dvd over and Addie’s mommy will let her watch is all day long if she wants to. 🙂

by sarah on December 23, 2008

She is so cute:) I hear her in my head all day long saying, “cinder la la la”

by jenielle on December 23, 2008

Love it. So cute. We should take to find Cinderella at Disneyland.

by Dena on December 24, 2008

Better than Jungle Book….I promise.

by Cathi on December 24, 2008

[…] her movie (she’s since moved on from Cinderella) […]

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Lol!! Aaron’s grandma gave me that hideous purse. It went straight into the trash. Sorry grandma!

by Kristin Sellars on December 21, 2008

Yes, that purse is terrible and the commercial that they have on tv is worse…however, we have some shamwows and they are amazing.

by Jamye Jack on December 21, 2008

I think you should just go for the whole package and ask for the outfit WITH the scarf. Because, dang, that’s cute. And it says “you”.

by Michelle on December 22, 2008

haha … great list. I have seen those purple balls on big trucks and I always look at my husband and say, “WHY?”. I mean I was always taught that if a guy has to brag about something it means he doesn’t have any … right?

by Kristy - Where's My Damn Answer on December 22, 2008

so I totally bought shamwow for my dad for christmas – seems like a good dad gift! p.s. the suede heels are fabulous!!

by allie on December 22, 2008

my sister wants the Top Chef cookbook, too, and I can’t find it anywhere!

by amanda on December 22, 2008

I am surprised no one asked about the MBT shoes?

by Jenielle on December 23, 2008

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Island Critters


December 17, 2008

Here are some animals we saw while in Key West:

We found this giant lizard-dinosaur creature in the top of a tree. We thought we were going to die, but we narrowly escaped.

We found this giant lizard-dinosaur creature in the top of a tree. We thought we were going to die, but we narrowly escaped.

There were lots of chickens

There were lots of chickens

This butterfly gave me the evie-geevies

This butterfly gave me the evie-geevies

This butterfly matched my shoe

This butterfly matched my shoe



I was rescuing this cuddly little caterpillar from going into oncoming traffic, he rewarded my attempts by biting my finger. Ass hole.

I was rescuing this cuddly little caterpillar from going into oncoming traffic, he rewarded my attempts by biting my finger. Ass hole.

Amanda and I fell in love with this sweet little lobster. He was precious.

Amanda and I fell in love with this sweet little lobster. He was precious.


hello… i love your blog. i’ve read several posts and have been laughing at loud… like roll on the floor laughing… which is really awkward here. mainly because i’m looked at strangely as i roll around at work. but also because everyone here thinks it’s their business to know what i’m laughing about. and it’s just not.

by andrea on December 17, 2008

The lizard in the tree and the butterfly were enough reasons for me to never go to Key West. Hope you enjoyed your visit though! 🙂

by ShellyD on December 17, 2008

Beckey! Love the pictures! Looks like it was a great trip!

2 things:
1) I believe it is heebie-geebies, unless you are referring to a related word which I don’t know about. (entirely possible)

2) The lobster that you fell in love with…was this the kind of love that made you want to take him out for dinner and a movie OR have for dinner and then go see a movie? Just checkin…

by Jeff on December 19, 2008

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Get out of my house!

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December 17, 2008

We have an ant problem. First they were living outside, and that was fine. Well, kinda fine, as long as you didn’t mind opening the ant infested latch on our gate when you came over, which would involuntarily make you do the itchy, creepy-crawlie dance at my front porch, which would force me to mock and laugh at you, but then you’d point out that you just burned 68 calories, and say, ‘who’s laughing now, bitch?’ And I’d shrug, and let you in.

But, back to the ants; we didn’t bother them too much, and they didn’t bother us…until now.
It’s been raining, and apparently ants need to grow a pair because they don’t like being wet. And they’re all coming through the front door, and scavenging all of our crumbs. Now I have to vacuum, and clean stuff, and these ants better leave soon, because I don’t want to do more chores than I have to.

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I hate ants. They have been at our house too.

by Kristin Sellars on December 17, 2008

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my Key West trip


December 16, 2008

Cast of Characters:

My Grandma,

my husband, my mom, Amanda (Jason’s girlfriend), and Jason, my brother

Our intent was to watch my cousin get married:

Mission Accomplished.

Here’s what else we did:

I did not realize that Key West isn’t a beach town, but a town where people from Minnesota get really shit faced and stumble around sloshing their alcohol (there’s no open container law), and embarrassing themselves. Needless to say, I was scared, especially of all the sloshing, I don’t want to get sloshed on. Ew.

I had key lime pie

We went to the butterfly conservatory. I found that once you stifled your innate desire to swat all the butterflies with your handbag, and scream, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!”  it was quite tranquil and soothing.

So much so, that my mom got overly sentimental.

We went to Erenst Hemingway’s old House. He lived in Key West for a while and wrote a lot of books. The crazy thing about the house is that there are 49 cats living there, and about half of them have 6 toes, because they’re decedents of Hemingway’s cat who had 6 toes. And I think it’s all a little wacky.

We rode bikes around the small island. And in order for my ears not to burn, shrivel up, and fall off, I had to ride my bike  looking like this:

I also realized that my ass separates into two fascinating consistencies when I sit on a bike. I think it’s the ass muscle separating from the ass fat, but I can’t be sure, and I ‘m almost positive my ass has no muscle.

Then Amanda and I bonded over our love of farts:

How cute are these undies? They say “Farting is my way of saying I love you” and “Don’t follow me, I just let out A BIG ONE!” and my personal favorite, “I Love to Fart”

Don’t worry, I bought a pair for each and every one of you.


This is probably the perfect summary of the trip. Too bad we don’t have a photo of that awful “bar and grille” at the Miami airport.

by amanda on December 16, 2008

did you take advantage of the “it’s okay to drink in public” law and take your favorite mixed drink to the streets? I’m guessing no. I think you missed out on a life changing experience.

by greg on December 16, 2008

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December 11, 2008

In my feverish attempts to have a new blog post up before I leave for Key West, I’ve enlisted in the help of my husband:
Pat: Er, um…hi Beckey’s blog.

Me: So honey pants, are you looking forward to some fantastic days in Florida? I’ve never been, so I’m picturing alligators, old ladies wearing neon visors and track suits that make a swishy sound, orange juice, and sticky palm trees, am I close?

Pat: No. Think Cubans (people & cigars), Mai Tais, and lots of sarongs.

Me: So what you’re saying is, I’m going to get so drunk off Mai Tais that I’ll end up with a Cuban boyfriend named Desi who wears a sarong, and acquire a cigar smoking habit? Jeepers, that sounds like fun times.

Pat: Perhaps you’re mixing up Samoans in sarongs with Cubans in sarongs. All of the Cubans in my imagination wear white 3-piece suits, excellent straw hats, a nice pair of Persols, and drive old Mercedez-Benzes. It sounds like a pretty nice life now that I think about it. Maybe I should consider a nationality-switch.

Me: Okay, you become Cuban, but without all the communist stuff, and I’ll be French without all the negelecting of the arm pit hairs, and we can jump in our space ship and eat cotton candy while singing David Bowe songs about love and labrinths.

Pat: This conversation is going exactly where I expected. I mean, honestly, who can think about Key West and NOT think about David Bowe and arm pit hairs? Seriously though Beck, you should probably put the cola down and go to bed. I think you’re delirious.

Me: nightty night internets. I love each and every one of yous. Mmm cola…


THis is awesome. Key west means the duval (sp?) crawl and lots of rum. Somehow it will never be the same for me now!

by The Girl Next Door on December 11, 2008

Do you guys talk like this every night? If so, simply record such conversations and transcribe them onto your blog every morning. Talk with husband – check, write a blog – check. Easy as pie.

by sarah on December 15, 2008

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I finished my Book


December 9, 2008

Last post about Twilight, I swear:

I was finally able to peel my steely grasp from the Twilight novel last night, because I finished it. Yup, and when I finished it I threw it across the room. Partly because hurling a book out into the room is fun, and it scares the dog, not to mention your husband, especially as he considers your mental health. It only took 2 days, 2 days of walking around in a trance of vampires and sexy, icy cold embraces. But for those of you who are like above books about vampires and high schoolers, and some crap, I’ve decided to paraphrase for you:

This girl Bella moves to Washington to live with her dad, and then she meets a sexy man who wants to suck her blood.

And she’s all, “um whatever, I don’t really care. Suck my blood if you must, but just so you know, I’d rather just stare at you and touch your man parts.”

I mean, who wouldn’t?

Then they fall in love with each other, and he doesn’t eat her. He restrains himself, and I think, ‘what happens when she gets her period? Does she have to sit in a cave for 5 to 7 days under a heap of potato sacks to make sure she doesn’t release her scent to her sexy new blood thirsty boyfriend?’ I’m just saying. I think I should write a note to the author about that.

But then they meet a bad vampire who wants to suck her blood and her boyfriend is all, “oh no you didn’t, she’s mine!” And it’s really really sweet. And it makes you think, gosh, why can’t I find a man who loves me enough not to suck my blood, and will protect me from other men that do want to suck my blood? Is that too much to ask??

And then he takes her to the prom, because he’s cool like that. The End.

*all photos from google images


Honestly, I have yet to read the book and am not sure I can now everyone has read them. Actually, I don’t have to read because who has time to read? I’ll just see the movie. on cable.

by gorillabuns on December 9, 2008

Great paraphrase. Now I don’t have to read the book, Beckey! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I also think I will start throwing books across the room. It does sound fun.

by Taylore on December 9, 2008

I love how you just got right to the point of the book. Also, good thought about her having her period. What will Edward do then?? I wouldn’t say I’m really obsessed, but I’m on the 2nd reading of the book and have seen the movie twice, and I just got the 2nd book the other day. Plus I’m old enough to be Edward/Rob’s mother so it creeps me out a little that I think he’s so hawt…

by ShellyD on December 10, 2008

I read it in two days too. But I don’t think I’m going to read the others. My high-school-neighbor-girl said they kind of go down hill from here.

by sarah on December 15, 2008

Beckey, I feel kind of odd leaving this comment, but I’ve just rediscovered your blog and died laughing when I read this post. I finished the book and threw it across an airplane somewhere over Colorado because of glaringly obvious points such as this poor girls period. If Joel McHale did book reviews, this would be it. Keep them coming…

by erin on January 4, 2009

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December 7, 2008

So, after about nine months of crumpled up depictions of peacocks, color swatches strewn about my living room, and wondering if the word ‘hippo’ makes me sound fat, it’s finally here: My newly designed website!!

Thanks Normalcy design, aka, my sexy husband for making me a new website. You’re a doll.

How cute is it? Can you stand all the cuteness? Please tell me that you love it long time and that you want to stay forever clicking my new ads and pilfering through my blog roll. Oh, and if you’re not on my blog roll and you want to be, email me, and I’ll think about it, make you sing me a song, and demand that you bake me a cake, with chocolate sprinkles. It’s a small price, really.

So, stay a while. Get cozy, and oogle at my snappy graphics, and my almost whitty attempts at getting you to chortle. It will be fun. I promise.

Love yas!



Loveeee it!! With two exclamation points!

Except – is there any way my name can be changed to something more cool on your blogroll? My full name is just so fancypants. Possible options: “My Favorite Blog,” “The Best Blog Ever,” or just… Amanda. Yeah. I need to come up with a funkier name.

by amanda on December 7, 2008


by BOSSY on December 8, 2008

pat is my idol…
o ya, cool blog beckey.

by chris on December 8, 2008

I love it! It is adorable just like you!

by Dena on December 8, 2008

It’s very cool :-D. You guys (because I’m sure you had something to do with it) did a great job!!

by Kristy - Where's My Damn Answer on December 8, 2008

Very cool, very fancy!!!

by Missy @ Marketing Mama on December 10, 2008

Love, love, love it!

by Kristin Sellars on December 10, 2008

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My Family


December 7, 2008

How amazing is this photo? Berlyn looks incredibly enthusiastic. But little does she know that that hot dress she’s wearing belonged to me. I wore it when I was 18 months old in a hanous photograph where I was holding a teddy bear and looking forelorn, much like Berlyn does here.


I can’t get over the oven mitt while grabbing the food. Too funny.

by Dena on December 8, 2008

Are those Frye Campus boots you are sporting in the second picture? Because I want them.

In the last photo, Berlyn=Laura Ingalls Wilder. I’d be cranky, too. Life on the farm is HARD.

by dgm on December 8, 2008

That last one of Berlyn is straight classic…what are the odds that you can track down the picture of you wearing it?

by Eric on December 8, 2008

I love the family photo! It’s beautiful.

by sunny on January 4, 2009

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Marc by Marc Stroller


December 7, 2008

To say I’m obsessed with Marc Jacobs, would be an understatement. This has been going on for a good 7 or 8 years. I used to stare longingly at his clothes and wish they were all mine, but over the years I have acquired quite a measurable collection of his garments, bags, shoes, and various chotchkies. He has such a quirky way with detail and chooses such whimsical fabrics. I just love it all.

And then I saw this:

A special edition Bugaboo stroller tattooed in exclusive Marc by Marc Jacobs fabric!! My jaw hit the floor when I saw the image on my computer screen, and I started thinking up ways to justify the purchase…
It’s only 1,500 dollars. I just won’t eat, drive, or leave the house for 67 days.
But then I read more about the stroller, and found out that they only made 15. And they were all sold. RATS!

Well, since I’m not in the market for a new stroller, I took the devastating news in stride, and the bright side is, I can eat!

Here are some other “designer strollers” on the market, that don’t come with all the exclusivity and hype of the Marc Jacbos stroller.

Juicy Couture:

Kate Spade:

…and Burberry:

I won’t be mad at you for thinking that I’m a totally ridiculous nut-job of a girl for even considering a $1,500 designer stroller, because inside somewhere, I’m mad at myself too…


I love the Kate Spade stroller. When I have a kid you know I am going to have that stroller. 🙂

by Katy on December 8, 2008

Love the Burberry one! And the Kate Spade.

And here I thought you were going to say you were toying with the idea of getting pregnant again for that Marc Jacobs stroller. That would be funny.

by Missy @ Marketing Mama on December 10, 2008

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