on my mind

one. I saw Dan in Real Life for the first time last night, and I'm pretty sure it has become my new obsession. I love everything about it, the house, the beautiful Rhode Island scenery, the filmography is amazing. Some of the shots are seriously genius. I love when a movie inspiring emotionally as well as visually. Steve Carell is of course rediculously good (as always), but I must say the best part of the movie was the tomatoe red mercedes station wagon. I kid you not, I have been looking online for one non stop. I am in love with that car, the way I have never loved car before (except for you, Rav4. My first car in High School, whose trunk housed many a student sneaking off campus for luch ...Sabrina!!). I must must must find one. So friends, be on the lookout. I would be willing to repaint the exterior, but gotta have the tan interior. For those of you laughing, this is no joke. I will find it.

two. celebs are clearly stalking my blog. First, Trista and Ryan name their little boy Maxwell. Then, Miss Aguilera's baby Max. And now, JLo and (shudder) Marc??@! Not not not not not cool. So, I am praying that this new slew of child star Maxes does not turn my sweet Max's name into the name du jour. Say it isn't so. So JLo, if you're reading this, quit copying me. And your twins are funny looking. Take that.

three. Tonight I made carrot cake from scratch for Easter dessert tomorrow. I have never done it before, so I hope it turnes out well!

four. Can not stop thinking about painting my house. Can. Not. I just can't seem to commit! There are of course a jillion different ideas I entertain involving my house at any given time. Why, why, why must I be cursed with the most eclectic taste, aka decorator's schitzophrenia.

five. I would give it all up to move to the pink brick turn of the century house from this week's mini sessions. Which went fabulous! Such darling kids. Pictures coming! Promise.

six. I have got to get my act together. No more skipping spinning and just going to yoga (which I must say, I am so crazy about). And after tomorrow, no more eating crap. It's gross, and bathing suit season is right around the corner.

Which brings me to seven. Spring. Would you please come to stay? I am anxiously awaiting your warm rays on my back. Sunglasses. Open toe shoes. Taking Max to the playground without shoes on. Flowers. No more snow. Evenings outside. So many things, so don't take your time. I'll be ready.