tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37287409397511776332024-02-06T18:58:28.570-08:00The Glamorous LifeA funny look at a funny lifeMarcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-56741830123995906012008-09-08T12:26:00.001-07:002008-09-08T12:28:24.284-07:00One more click and you are THERE!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBGeaM5Fvmzna3a0Y2ol1yN4d6A-nx5nll1m4Z0Crqn-6hwhEmfgEsO-NfDl9LJHgsjNLyOp8eWRYJtYaWDto0_fQAP6zTEparn_cmJ8DPgc-MxCh4huWVsXh8Se10vXYwlvCrsbAxE4/s1600-h/girlparty1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243734424991924754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBGeaM5Fvmzna3a0Y2ol1yN4d6A-nx5nll1m4Z0Crqn-6hwhEmfgEsO-NfDl9LJHgsjNLyOp8eWRYJtYaWDto0_fQAP6zTEparn_cmJ8DPgc-MxCh4huWVsXh8Se10vXYwlvCrsbAxE4/s320/girlparty1.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="center">Oh my goodness! What are you doing here???</div>
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</div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-58424491198475764612008-08-17T09:28:00.000-07:002008-08-17T09:36:42.329-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Okay- for SOME reason, SOME of you have yet to visit and subscribe to my new and improved site....I am not naming names or anything...but I am looking at YOU.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Okay enough of going the tough angle....how about pretty, pretty please?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Lots of new posts....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.marcywrites.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">www.marcywrites.com</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What the crtiques are saying:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"Marcywrites is a way better site than the old one"</em></div><div align="center">Jack Massura</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"Finally I can leave comments without all the hassle"</em></div><div align="center">Marcy's Mom</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"You moved your site? Why?"</em></div><div align="center">Tucker Massura</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"What is this new site costing us?"</em></div><div align="center">Marcy's Husband</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Make the switch today! Don't miss another exciting post!</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-75286607887495052008-08-11T18:06:00.001-07:002008-08-11T18:08:21.622-07:00Looking for me?<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">SO glad you came by The Glamorous Life Association today! And guess what? I moved to new fancy digs....so just click here and come on by. I will make some coffee and we can sit down and chat for a bit okay???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.marcywrites.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">www.marcywrites.com</span></a></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-47884873686231168442008-08-06T22:00:00.000-07:002008-08-06T22:00:12.663-07:00Its moving day....come on over!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I am moving.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> To a new home.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> But I don't have it fixed up yet....ya know pictures to hang and things to organize. It is in the fancy Wordpress sub-division in Bloggyville so it is going to take some time learning my way around. I am already frustrated with design things. Looks like I am going to have to pick up a copy of HTML for Dummies to survive. Actually I had an insane amount of help moving from Racheal from <a href="http://caffeinatedelf.com/">Cafinated Elf</a>. She is a good sport and can really carry more boxes than you would think! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But I am worried. And I have been since I decided to move. I am so afraid I will lose those of you who subscribe to my blog! I know it is going to require you to re-subscribe...and well, I am afraid you will reconsider or something! So please. Take a moment and subscribe (or bookmark me) to my new address- and make my day!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.marcywrites.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">www.marcywrites.com</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Easy to say. Easy to Write. And Easy to remember.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">All part of my world domination plan.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Yes, I have a plan.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So come on over to the new place. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">How can I have a proper blog warming without you?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">After all- YOU are the party!</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-71871120992787767552008-08-05T07:38:00.001-07:002008-08-05T09:01:07.744-07:00How Blogging found me...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HPJ4serDbN2bHokFc2wvGk3rEkbvGdbT2qdQBMoBHO_G0M0893eSZjm9yO_R7-SpxwKMvC59OgMfQTpuki3tP76URYVAHsc-6tnHAiKhtnwi8-pGIiTo56mHKQ6eRMv5hkECbW0uqYA/s1600-h/ist2_952915_soccer_mom_spike.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231056898594205090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HPJ4serDbN2bHokFc2wvGk3rEkbvGdbT2qdQBMoBHO_G0M0893eSZjm9yO_R7-SpxwKMvC59OgMfQTpuki3tP76URYVAHsc-6tnHAiKhtnwi8-pGIiTo56mHKQ6eRMv5hkECbW0uqYA/s200/ist2_952915_soccer_mom_spike.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Over at </span><a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We are THAT family</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...one of my favorite reads. The discussion of 'How did you start blogging' came up...and so I wanted to tell you HOW I got here.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyways...one night while doing my numerous searches for anything relating to his adoption and birth date (3/01/1945) I clicked on a site called <a href="http://www.octhen.com/">'OCthen</a>'...which as it turned out was a site with memories about Orange County from various authors...one of which was Suzanne Broughton of </span><a href="http://emphasisallmine.typepad.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Emphasis Mine</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. I linked over to her blog and was...enthralled. I had never visited a personal blog before. Photos of her lunch? Comedy tales about her family? Links to other blogs?....I was in heaven! And so there I stayed. I commented and commented. I followed her over to the OC Register. I commented and commented. Sometimes my comments were longer than the post. Once Suzanne showcased my photography work on her blog. WOW. And eventually Suzanne e-mailed me and said 'You really should have your own blog'....The next night while up at 4 in the morning....I went to Blogger and signed up. And by 7am I had my own blog with my custom header and all. </span></div>
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<div align="justify"><a href="http://theglamorouslifeblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-goes-nothing.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> is my first post. And look who was my first commenter. Yup, Suz of course! Blogging was one of the best decisions I have ever made. These are my PEOPLE. My TRIBE. Had this been going on right under my nose? People were being funny and witty and clever all around me? Were there this many people out there with the same sense of humor as me? I thought I was all alone! And now I found my home. My happy place. A place to be heard. To be validated. A place to be accepted and loved. And it gives me such peace of mind that if my glamorous world falls apart around me- I know I will always have a place to call home. A place where anything is possible. Thank you Internet. Thanks for giving me a place to be.....well, ME.</span> </div>
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<div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">*still searching for my dad's birth family. I won't give up.</span></em></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-42039248904174285702008-08-03T16:40:00.000-07:002008-08-03T17:47:28.804-07:00Saturday: what a day!<div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">So much to catch you all up on. It has been a busy weekend...lets just take a look at Saturday.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We drove to Hollywood and toured around the city. Showed the kids the house in Larchmont I bought and remodeled before I even knew their dad. This boggled their mind- they have a hard time imagining their mom not being, well...their mom. We went by Grumman's Chinese Theater on Sunset and let the kid put their hands and feet in the cement imprints of the movie stars. It went a little something like this:</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Tucker:</strong> Mom who is Jackie Cooper? and why are his feet so small?</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me:</strong> He was a famous child star a long time ago. His feet are small because he was only 8 when he did this imprint.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Tucker:</strong> Oh so he had an agent like me and Jack?</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me:</strong> You do not have an agent yet Tucker. We go see the manager guy in a few hours about all that. Now let mommy get a picture of you. </span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me:</strong> Oh wow, there is Eddie Murphy's....</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Boys:</strong> Who is that?</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me:</strong> Nevermind.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEDy3Wf-CFBRrZqQ9kSEWnF_drr_4UWJToHc-Q_qqxpgcTmtn4qd6fyxv8tiyPHKeaULrZHy_PyZPVIOc0dTyyPy2EH12HULXAD15wpPpd09SwG1Ox-Pv0dYwvmv3EiC18cKwbXGgOII/s1600-h/IMG_2350+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230454467039753810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEDy3Wf-CFBRrZqQ9kSEWnF_drr_4UWJToHc-Q_qqxpgcTmtn4qd6fyxv8tiyPHKeaULrZHy_PyZPVIOc0dTyyPy2EH12HULXAD15wpPpd09SwG1Ox-Pv0dYwvmv3EiC18cKwbXGgOII/s200/IMG_2350+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a>We then went across the street to the historical and gorgeous Roosevelt Hotel for breakfast. They say it is haunted. I have no beautiful photos for you, since the lobby interior was sporting candle light only which was a photographic nightmare for me since I only had my 'purse' camera. This is a photo of a trickling fountain in the center of the lobby. The last time i was there-I saw Lyle Lovett in a small concert in the ballroom and partied till the wee morning hours with the band afterwards. This time I was chasing my boys around the lobby and repeating the mommy mantra of 'don't touch anything' over and over until we left. Boy things have changed. It really was just as beautiful as I remembered. </span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">And then finally- off to meet with the talent manager (Mr. Manager) that had requested a meeting with the boys. I was (am) beyond sceptical. But we met him and he seemed nice and sincere. He and his team really took a liking to the boys right away. He gave the boys scripts and they did little 'commercials' for him. He seemed impressed. It is strange to have a room full of people talking about your kids like a commodity. "They are so marketable"..or.."yeah, they are an easy sell to any agency"......so at the end of it he said that we would be able to meet with several different Talent Agencies (some I have already researched and was surprised to find they are extremely reputable in LA) and chances are we would be in a position to pick the agent we liked best. He felt that all the agents he would send the boys too would be interested. It was all very very flattering for my boys. And of course flattering for their mom as well. But I am taking it one day at a time. We go back up on Thursday for all the meetings with Agents. And then we will see where this goes.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPsxp_LLb7AJagvL2937BuN-U_AwCC-ygRy3Czq4LQYngF-eC0O4I4Y65PcCtQzx4bGLXAm_5yeSOpwR0P3tmydpIadm1_PNqs-Hxu0Ihp1D7uMzrqHZS_sLAigkzuLGgiL7lGMjSaVs/s1600-h/IMG_2352+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230453278179290754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPsxp_LLb7AJagvL2937BuN-U_AwCC-ygRy3Czq4LQYngF-eC0O4I4Y65PcCtQzx4bGLXAm_5yeSOpwR0P3tmydpIadm1_PNqs-Hxu0Ihp1D7uMzrqHZS_sLAigkzuLGgiL7lGMjSaVs/s320/IMG_2352+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a>We then went to Philippe's for French Dips, chili and potato salad (this historical LA eatery-is 100 years old this year and doesn't look a day over....well, 100). Philips is a place I went to with my own dad on the lucky days that I was able to go to work with him in downtown LA over my summer vacation. On the way home we all gave lots of thought to this whole new crazy world of auditions, headshots and all the other ingredients for possible stardom. I was giving lots of thought to something Mr. Manager said about confidence being a key ingredient in getting booked for work. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">And if the conversation I heard from the back seat on the way home is any indication of my children's confidence level- then we should be on our way to stardom. </span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Tucker:</strong> Jack after our first movie we could get a secret science lab at the house maybe.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Jack:</strong> They don't pay you THAT much Tuck.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Tucker:</strong> Oh- well, how much do they pay you?</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Jack:</strong> I don't know. But I think Mom gets most of it anyway. She might give us enough for new skateboards I bet.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Tucker:</strong> oh........what kind are you gonna get?</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Jack:</strong> Tucker, we have to become stars FIRST...then we can spend the money.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hey, you think I could buy them new skateboards now-and they would forget the whole thing?......I know, I know....bad mommy. bad mommy. </span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Later that night we went out to diner for our omni-friends 11th anniversary. And<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeXPsJR1BpszN417-fMdcPOMrj3RGN2bxJ5tEZA9JIVDIRrLd7Bg949dt3n3QkwU8c40Pselv5gjdtGt0idrflHKCftO5ln4skXdPqzSOm_mjB89NJbzqWkLz81rFtsOIPfk05niDxUY/s1600-h/IMG_2356+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230456873564764306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLeXPsJR1BpszN417-fMdcPOMrj3RGN2bxJ5tEZA9JIVDIRrLd7Bg949dt3n3QkwU8c40Pselv5gjdtGt0idrflHKCftO5ln4skXdPqzSOm_mjB89NJbzqWkLz81rFtsOIPfk05niDxUY/s200/IMG_2356+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a> lucky us, Dan surprised us with a limo for the night. We had a great dinner followed by Improv Comedy club. (fyi: Mitch Fatel's whole routine is about sex. The whole 90 minutes. Funny-yes. But I wonder if he can talk about ANYthing else). Mmmm. Applemartinis, Margaritas and really great friends. It was a perfect night.</span></div></div></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-81038088132247368472008-08-03T01:00:00.000-07:002008-08-03T01:00:01.227-07:00We are off to the Circus!<div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today we off to a family tradition...the circus. Not that my life isn't aleady LIKE a circus...this is the real deal. We go an hour early and get to interact with all the clowns...it is wonderful. And our favorite: </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bello_Nock"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bello</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the clown. In 2003 when Tucker was 3, he was actually pulled out of the stands and brought down to center ring with Bella himself. That's him in the photo...looking tiny and scared! We have gone nearly every year- and I have managed to sneak in my profesh camera a few times to get some pretty good shots. We love the circus....makes me feel normal I guess. All the way home we talk about the dog tricks, the lion tamer and the dancing ponies. Hours of entertainment without one gun fight, car chase or battery needed. They say it is the greatest show on earth...and we would have to agree.</span></div>
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</div><div align="center">At the request of my friend <a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/">Candid Carrie</a>- I have decided to post a few of my favorite photos. Not so much for content (although I did pull all photos of my boys!)...but more for photo technique. So read on- I will talk a little bit about what I did to achieve each. You know I am on the constant quest to help others take great photos! I am passionate about photography and want everyone to feel the success of the perfect shot!</div><div align="center">
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</div><p align="center">You push the button on your camera to focus, and it indicates you do not need a flash. Hey it is a sunny day out hiking, why on earth would I use a flash? If I had not forced my flash to fire, my boys would be dark in the shadow of this cave. And I would have gotten home and been disappointed with the shot. Instead I got this shot and it is one of my favorites.</p><div align="center">
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</div><p align="center"><strong>Get down to their level:</strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229666713243185426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJT7wrhZDNKJom-Rj3N7ywPQKGB5EXQFVaF1a9mtdzNIYTHeAJmGsNU0V4IAyHOr_6lOn_E09RVtZAcZ_s007U5JiM6aONjp0zvMPTjwYzbg_Io8dG0MN8Ek1uqYVtPDv18-FI1smdGg/s320/IMG_4523.JPG" border="0" />Hot over-cast day. Kids doing slip-n-slide (nakie I might add!).No flash needed. But I did bend down to make better eye contact and to able to capture the popsicles undistorted. </p><div align="center">
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<strong>Tilt it!</strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229684444887222514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2GW7M9W6otZHp9Dk61ZlrHFbSc3x5r_KGsblDmgJFIuavf0IWL2oTvUT7euuxdC-t3Vjvnnt-eEyOEN579ALki4sDdKgTB02uizAeBfEAHa_lV1gh82vDq5imQJJN50UljiaoceWh84/s320/IMG_7460+copy.jpg" border="0" />
</p><p align="justify">Now this tip (or 'trick) is a real secret of commercial photographers. Take portraits at a slight angle. Now in this particular case...I didn't- I took a regular ol'boring straight up and down photo...but when I cropped it, I also turned it a little to give it this effect. So you can go play around with photos on your computer right now! It is obvious in this shot if you look that the palm tree in background. Something about angles makes the subject feel more engaged with the viewer. And this tip can turn a boring photo into a winner.</p><p align="justify"></p><p align="center"><strong>Get off Center: </strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229692450862268450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdt16GTRv5J-15OqHMN6gpao-lRsr9anWOLOkwZjZBCaxfbLqMiZYOSrpN__vcet3emekEPBWcBklM-R3og1nsTY34MDANSbrtwyDzpMSus8iQL60EcAuHlU9MHoWfYx74dqAfexH4DPY/s320/PoppyTuck.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="justify">Get out of the habit of having your subject dead center of each photograph. Move them to the right or left. Put them down at the bottom of an image and capture a beautiful sky behind them. Mix it up. Take the same photo as many ways as possible. This photo won me a little award on Photo.net years ago. And can you tell I had just said to my then 2 year old Tucker "Do NOT pick the poppies!".....and yes, I clicked...and he picked!
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<p align="justify">So those are a few photos I really love. And some tips I like to teach to others (some you have heard in my other posts- but I wanted to really nag you about them!) These photos are my favorites because they capture such happy memories of times with my boys. And that is the real purpose of great photography. It is not just about making something 'frameable' but <strong>it is about capturing what you FELT and not only what was SEEN</strong>. Now go on...get off this blog and go shoot something! Hey, let me know how it goes will ya?</p>
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</p>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-24124410431349638642008-08-01T07:20:00.000-07:002008-08-01T07:35:15.663-07:00The Universe gives me a do-over.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOyk28fAM7YZ2rF1DhjW7jtcXrz8kbgaucNN9jdqGD1t5hnsCrErRhd3lJrjDaf2cUgE9M9003L8VrvaUcLFDK0LgVHkmmnTXNYTNKJ6TBi_ZPlfzEnVEVrOFv1YISPODHeCiOt_6yBw/s1600-h/IMG_0282+copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229557259890586098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOyk28fAM7YZ2rF1DhjW7jtcXrz8kbgaucNN9jdqGD1t5hnsCrErRhd3lJrjDaf2cUgE9M9003L8VrvaUcLFDK0LgVHkmmnTXNYTNKJ6TBi_ZPlfzEnVEVrOFv1YISPODHeCiOt_6yBw/s320/IMG_0282+copy.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">(I try hard to shorten my posts. but this one is long...I think it is worth the read!)</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">About a year and a half ago, while walking thru a store in the Irvine Spectrum a woman approached me and said ‘are these boys yours?’. I panicked. What did they do? “Actually,I am a scout for an agency and I would love to give you some information”. So before I could get the words “no chance in hell my kids are gonna be kid stars and end up in rehab at age 12” (see how I just assume they WILL be stars?)…Jack and Tucker were saying “Yes! I want to be an actor! Where do we go? What do we have to do?”…So the lady gave us some info. The following Saturday there I was someplace in Huntington Beach, a library I think. With about 100 other kids. My boys were totally thrilled to be there. Not scared. No nerves. Just thrilled. They were given scripts. Then they went into a room one by one and auditioned. The next day- a person called and told us the agency is ‘very interested’ in representing both Jack and Tucker and could we please come to Los Angeles for a meeting with the agent. Reluctantly I agreed. I told the kids over and over- most of these things are scams. They just want money from you. But we can go- just for the experience of it. So the NEXT Saturday we drove the hour to downtown Los Angeles. When we walked into the agent’s office we noticed about 6 other kids there as well. I told the receptionist we had an appointment. She said “well, we are running late…like an hour late”. So you know what we did? We left. Well we waited like a half an hour and then left. I explained to the boys that it didn't seem all that legitimate- since they should make people they are ‘very interested in' wait that long. The truth was- I didn't want to be the mom to drive to LA every time the phone rings for an audition. I didn't want to do it- even if they did. Bad Mom moment for sure. </span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </p><div align="justify">
Jack and Tucker never really let the whole thing go like I hoped. For a year and a half they have said <em>‘we would totally be TV stars by now if you had let us stay at that agents’</em>…..at first I thought they were just being silly. But as time as gone one- and my boys have become MORE interested in performing and definitely more dramatic. I have had pangs of regret for not sitting there like some desperate stage mom until they called us in. But did I do anything about it? Nope. I lost the agents number. So that was that. Or so I thought…
Tonight as I was driving to my husband’s softball game the agent’s assistant called. She asked if Jack and Tucker already had representation (um, yeah …I mean I represent. I am their MOM), and if they had been ‘working’ (if she meant working my last nerve-then yes)….and she wanted to know if I would reconsider and come see the agent this week. She said they saved their photos and audition tapes and the agent is really hung up on seeing them again. And is looking for boys their age (sounds creepy as I type that last sentence) for new Disney and Nickelodeon shows. And she asked…’are they still so adorable and charming?’….clearly she is not a mother….because of course my answer was a resounding ‘YES. Why yes they are. Actually they are the cutest and most talented kids in the universe’.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So am I thrilled about the possibility of having to drop everything when the phone rings to rush in traffic to auditions and go-sees? To have to deal with rejection and disappointment for both my boys and me?</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>No.</strong></span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">No I don’t want to do it AT ALL.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">But will I?</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>You bet. </strong></span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The universe is giving me a do-over. A second chance. So this time I am gonna see it thru. Appointment is Saturday. I will let you know how it goes….stay tuned. That pun was so intended...</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-6703189948770474062008-07-31T08:33:00.000-07:002008-07-31T09:44:40.411-07:00Held Hostage by Uplinkearth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpSrOlXBuw-ZIutlhhDSy3a21g-9L9gbEWo0e7BMsklFXn6fkIw127-1gEmeM-5-Tz1g3asSTaEfyRbUtmVZK-DxxZjJu6qqhc2TmaWUTed-AEv0fXhqkbBxgKZKIDpvmonhlAGVX8iM/s1600-h/23211059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229217248962098706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpSrOlXBuw-ZIutlhhDSy3a21g-9L9gbEWo0e7BMsklFXn6fkIw127-1gEmeM-5-Tz1g3asSTaEfyRbUtmVZK-DxxZjJu6qqhc2TmaWUTed-AEv0fXhqkbBxgKZKIDpvmonhlAGVX8iM/s200/23211059.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Uplinkearth is my server/site provider or whatever. I don't really understand any of it...but I pay my money every year to keep my Marcyphotos.com site up and working. That is all I know. A few weeks ago I decided to wanted to move this little blog to my own domain (will be Marcywrites.com) and to the Wordpress platform to have more control over layout and photo size. So I contact a person who does this sort of thing, and give her every single username and password I have for my domain, the server, my blog etc. She e-mails me to tell me she cannot get Uplinkearth to add my new domain to my profile. So I agree to contact them. That is when the hell began. Here is the sequence.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">1. Use the Live Chat feature they promote-and I am told 'you can not make that change on-line, you need to call support number' (now this is an INTERNET company. Why on earth CAN'T I do this simple change on line?)</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">2. Call Support number. Wait 35 minutes. I am disconnected</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">3. Call Support number again. Wait an HOUR and half. I give up...</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">4. I go back on line and e-mail the company.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">5. Call Tech number and beg to be transferred over to Support. They refuse and tell me to call direct.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">6. Call Support number again. On hold for close to 2 hours. I carry the phone with me around the house on speaker....Tucker accidentally hangs it up. I cry. I actually CRY.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">7. Back on line. E-mail every e-mail address I can find online. Every department.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">8. Find an obscure fax number from press release online. I fax them the following:</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am a hostage. This was note to the outside. Still no one calls. No one e-mails.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">9. Find a contact number for an executive for their parent company Luxmovera. I call his extension. I leave a message. I then call and use about 20 random extensions until someone answers. I explain my frustration. The guy is nice. But HE can't help me. He actually suggests I call SUPPORT number. I cry. He then gives me a 'special' direct number and tells me to call in the morning.</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">10. Stay up till midnight to try and call their 24/7 support line. On hold. Falling asleep. Give up.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">11. 7:00am come downstairs and dial 'special number'. Man answers. He wants to know HOW I got his number. I explain whole story. He is MAD. But not at me. At his company. I think this may have been the darn CEO for all I know. He hangs up. Takes care of everything. Calls me back 10 minutes later and says it is all taken care of. I tell him thank you of course and hang up. He calls back again to tell me he just doubled checked my profile himself and he wanted me to know it was all really fixed. I say thanks again. </span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So it is over. My hostage ordeal is over. I made it out alive. But I am worse for the ordeal. I am stunned a company can treat its customers like this- and yet in big bold letters have "24/7 Support!!!" on their home page. LIES. all LIES. And I can not switch providers since I just paid my annual fee.....I would lose it.(unless uplink will refund me...are you reading this Uplink?) But I can ASSURE you I will switch when this year is up. <strong>Oh yes I will</strong>......until then..... <em>Upyours-Uplink</em>.....</span></div></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-1042092552030927132008-07-30T20:08:00.000-07:002008-07-30T20:23:53.662-07:00When the lens was turned on me....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibutQKEmBxyjgqz9_vhPq30_uDkazZrLNGG7nLQI3YFxFoa7jYoihewEp_bBPwvrQFiL2yZR-AoNRm0XngYNMlH6pmI6HE2M6JgWxCOdDUhMfaZo6iz_VK20L2U6DsZ3ncYfsYhMNhook/s1600-h/flower-mouth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228608125844633090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibutQKEmBxyjgqz9_vhPq30_uDkazZrLNGG7nLQI3YFxFoa7jYoihewEp_bBPwvrQFiL2yZR-AoNRm0XngYNMlH6pmI6HE2M6JgWxCOdDUhMfaZo6iz_VK20L2U6DsZ3ncYfsYhMNhook/s320/flower-mouth.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was living across the bay from San Francisco. I enrolled in a summer class at Cal State Hayward to hone some of my digital photography skills. As I was waiting in the assigned classroom, because of course I was early, a young college boy walked in and asked if I was the instructor. That was the first time I realized- I might be the only 'old' person in this class. The young college boy was then followed by even younger college girls. Until the room filled up completely. I eyed the door. I considered bolting. But I paid for the class already- and my husband had agreed to babysit so I reconsidered and waited for the instructor. Eventually he came in- also young, disheveled and because I judge and asses people immediately...I decided he was unorganized and unprepared. I was right. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I attended those Saturday classes for 6 weeks. I learned very little. And second to the last week we were put on teams (the very concept of a creative team makes me cringe) to.....get this.....photograph each OTHER. This put me in a tail spin of panic. I am really only comfortable BEHIND the camera. And I was sporting about 40 extra lbs at the time. So my self image was pretty darn low. SO the following week arrives and all the little young co-eds arrived in the skimpiest, tiniest and sexiest outfits they owned. You know- to be in their own fabulous 'photo shoot'. Obviously they were hoping to parlay the photos of themselves to use on their MySpace profile. I however, arrived with a coat. A huge coat. and A scarf. A hat. And a big ol flower. Time for my close up? I decide to block the majority of my face with the flower. I got an A+ in the class. But certainly not for my modeling choices....those need a lot of work.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>Want more photo humiliation with the back story? Visit </em><a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"><em>We are That Family </em></a><em>for a linky like no other....</em></span></p>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-42262098299766284292008-07-29T20:36:00.000-07:002008-07-29T20:39:24.036-07:00I finally figured it out!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmz1gLVm-I2qP7_d96kFOTOuN2dhhKbIEuP53N6eowDBtGGXHCAR9klZm7_7EIoPayRYWcAW-2Ufv1jf7haArSsbZZ0c0xZPyhFMTF3OtiPZarIKzQj8DN8ICf1-Od9SwzDTE5Ubi2AYM/s1600-h/2369735549_cc1869270e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646119036351362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmz1gLVm-I2qP7_d96kFOTOuN2dhhKbIEuP53N6eowDBtGGXHCAR9klZm7_7EIoPayRYWcAW-2Ufv1jf7haArSsbZZ0c0xZPyhFMTF3OtiPZarIKzQj8DN8ICf1-Od9SwzDTE5Ubi2AYM/s320/2369735549_cc1869270e.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As you have always suspected.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> CAKE is the answer. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It really doesn't matter what the question is does it?</span></p>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-47276162354734810242008-07-29T15:33:00.000-07:002008-07-31T07:32:15.144-07:00Rock'n and Roll'n in OC. Not in a good way.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeLkAy1JjsBme_qGDSjYejymDdJgnGtHElnRb5Yg14ruvhbVRTj9SQ-GrmgewsOCKS5PUPtb-_ONSXEBBI5j5_bdvcEie5MlqcoLNV0V1pr-rlXmWL7aIy4LH4F1vgpQ8wbz0KmlEEgE/s1600-h/BWBW1147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228595692724548562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeLkAy1JjsBme_qGDSjYejymDdJgnGtHElnRb5Yg14ruvhbVRTj9SQ-GrmgewsOCKS5PUPtb-_ONSXEBBI5j5_bdvcEie5MlqcoLNV0V1pr-rlXmWL7aIy4LH4F1vgpQ8wbz0KmlEEgE/s200/BWBW1147.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="justify">If you live in my world (the OC) you have heard nothing but coverage about the 5.8 earthquake(epicenter 10 miles from my house) we all experienced this morning. It is STILL on the news and the radio. We get very excited about our earthquakes. If you are from some other part of the country (or world- hello to my Aussie readers!) you probably don't even know about it. Because I have a feeling that when a report of an earthquake hits the news wire in say Oklahoma-the news editor says 'earthquake. California...like that is NEWS?'....so unless people die (and thankfully no one has that we know of)...it hardly gets mentioned. So for all my out of OC folks-let me break it down for you:</div>
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<div align="justify">Sitting at my mom's house drinking a cup of coffee and discussing home improvement, my late father and my plans for Saturday night when a huge BANG is heard and felt. It is like a giant has picked up the edge of the house-but lost his grip and let go. But he is mad about that so he wraps his arms around the house and starts to shake it...HARD. The windows rattle and things start falling off shelves. We ran to the hallway. For as many years as I can remember we Californians have been told to 'get to a doorway' in the event of an earthquake. something about them being the 'strongest' place in the house. Yeah right...cuz I see SO MANY doorways standing amongst the rubble of other earthquakes...but I digress with my sarcasm.</div>
<div align="justify">We ran to the hall and by the time we go there the shaking started to slow....and then.....stop. We gingerly walked thru the house assessing the damage. As the chandeliers swung back and forth and the pool was still making waves we made note of paintings on the floor and nick-nacs awry. But happily her china cabinet had tiny little nails in the doors to secure them from swinging open and dumping the contents on the floor (the genius of my late father). Everything in them had shifted and was pressed against the doors- but nothing was broken. So I said "oh Amen"....and she said "what about your house?".........yeah seems I didn't inherit my late dad's sense of genius because I never secured my china cupboards at all. First I had to find my family.</div>
<div align="justify">Phones were not working and cell service was shut off. I e-mailed my husband. he was going to run to day camp to check on Jack and I was going to Tucker who was on a field trip at a bowling alley. Kids were fine. Kids were actually more than fine- they were HAPPY and HYPED up. When Tucker saw me coming in the bowling alley he said <em><strong>"Mom are you here to do the next earthquake with me? They said we will probably have another one!"</strong></em>........then he told me how he was bowling at the time and part of the ceiling came down very close to him. he was thrilled. He thought the whole thing was great. It is nice to be a kid and not think of the worst happening to people I suppose. Next I went to the Assisted Living home to check on my great uncle and great aunt. They were fine as well. So finally I went home.</div>
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<div align="justify">It wasn't as bad as it could have been. I lost a few vases. And a glass blender was shattered on the floor of my pantry- along with a glass bottle of vinegar. My medicine cabinet had opened and there were pills and medicines all over my bathroom. Pictures down all over the house....but all in all. Not bad. Of course I woke Google and Pixel (hammies) up to be sure they were still alive. They were alive, I was alive and my kids, husband and everyone else was alive too.
</div><div></div><div align="justify">I went to the grocery store to get something for diner after cleaning the house up. Closed. All the grocery stores were closed. Yippee -take out night for dinner. The only upside to the earthquake so far.</div><div></div>
<div align="justify">So that my friends is the story of the earthquake today. Thanks to all my bloggy buds who contacted me to be sure I was okay. SO nice to know that people care. Now does anyone have any advice how to get the smell of vinegar out of a stone floor in my kitchen? It smells like Easter egg dying party in here.....cuz that is the only reason I even own vinegar folks.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Check out Thankful Thursday <a href="http://www.mrsfussypants.com/whatsmartmommiesknow/2008/07/life-lessons.html?cid=124673622#comment-124673622">here</a>....</div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-50230818983482602892008-07-28T19:48:00.000-07:002008-07-28T20:09:08.964-07:00My Oxy Moron moment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XURdk5qoPTR9Ps-IApT0sB9qeNRTUrKVXbluaOvPfxhxUr-OvN9_O9CKLt6BFhvPi5gKNPnqGXGkkNVBUvGGTz8dH83vfeF7l88AzHaGiVvIGYAg97TN41LB3XHHJah1Sb5dMxjPSmw/s1600-h/sunscrn.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228266530561737794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XURdk5qoPTR9Ps-IApT0sB9qeNRTUrKVXbluaOvPfxhxUr-OvN9_O9CKLt6BFhvPi5gKNPnqGXGkkNVBUvGGTz8dH83vfeF7l88AzHaGiVvIGYAg97TN41LB3XHHJah1Sb5dMxjPSmw/s200/sunscrn.gif" border="0" /></a>
<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The actual conversations I have with my kids- are funnier than anything I could make up. Take this jewel:</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(I am applying sunscreen to his face before the beach)</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>Tucker:</strong> Geez mom, why can't you just use the Oxymoron?</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>Me:</strong> The what? (thinking Jumbo Shrimp? Marital Bliss?....whaaaa?)</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>Tucker:</strong> The <strong>Oxymoron</strong> stuff...the sunscreen that stays white on my nose.</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><strong>Me:</strong> um, I think you mean <strong>Zinc Oxide.</strong></em></span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Tucker:</strong> Yeah- whatever...the other stuff.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I did not want to laugh...but I did. And later I reflected on my 7 year olds growing vocabulary. No, he clearly doesn't know the meaning of the word Oxymoron.....but at least he knows the WORD. I think that is awfully good. Wait...now that phrase IS an oxymoron. </span></div>
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Rhetoric. A figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect.</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-23789680119122184692008-07-28T07:51:00.000-07:002008-07-28T07:56:35.545-07:00Will I ever stop giving advice????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuXWmTJzsyI3TBGeVPPdPDch1iPlsx8O7aieJsXxrEdWD50Vbx4nI_gKsGfv6vEy7StGpHg3JYIG5o20A67OHCgy5mov7ixcqHFeAKeKKhLsn9Wv1xzJSKwLInPCZ3u_sna0yYnYkizs/s1600-h/6614,1160755871,11+copycard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228078699030874882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuXWmTJzsyI3TBGeVPPdPDch1iPlsx8O7aieJsXxrEdWD50Vbx4nI_gKsGfv6vEy7StGpHg3JYIG5o20A67OHCgy5mov7ixcqHFeAKeKKhLsn9Wv1xzJSKwLInPCZ3u_sna0yYnYkizs/s200/6614,1160755871,11+copycard.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello to all the Camp Carrie travelers who may have clicked over here to see 'what this girl is all about!'. And to the regular Glamorous Life Association members....go ahead and click over to <a href="http://www.campcandidcarrie.com/">Camp Candid Carrie </a>today....I give out a little camera and photo advice. Including the most asked question..."I need a new family camera, what do you suggest?".......while you are there- look around. You will go on field trips like you never imagined!</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-52928158876737504992008-07-28T07:00:00.000-07:002008-07-28T17:48:32.668-07:00A talented man....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXxsuS73pkpdARdqZswb_EJ_sTBrMtiZ8RlXMfQ5pr6SCYuxmHyormRbLW3DFThT45qSkt7qy7a05e3QBx-T1Sm86DpL6B2D06cnLDrjsG_wpSPjLaIdi8247WebJg45TN4tauwNAofo/s1600-h/ds3-m-locke-8h_w609.jpg"></a><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxTwUFI0MIQLp1hYDyvCMdLwdggyyw_T792N_q-9V9ppvoLuOSq4SCgX8AcdkiqnEGMYukGpFnIrO4yb1nflFSOZTHh-J7_05E4VAt7EI-AcucA1RYSsSLaD6OyJLDHzinc5Bny8ePXE/s1600-h/JSM_Elliot_800x600_121020070631.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228064948940902754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxTwUFI0MIQLp1hYDyvCMdLwdggyyw_T792N_q-9V9ppvoLuOSq4SCgX8AcdkiqnEGMYukGpFnIrO4yb1nflFSOZTHh-J7_05E4VAt7EI-AcucA1RYSsSLaD6OyJLDHzinc5Bny8ePXE/s200/JSM_Elliot_800x600_121020070631.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQRAQtQgGzVrlZOSCOEjFzYKIsI4FxDNiU-oDXkRkSFhR-JIeyYJDzUS718tVDDpjYeAdA0SPf-hNAHSANWsueQ5ZEx06d1yEz8dwodrHuDScKnPvfg4LBpEJ8TaZUSCPaV6_T1mOEQ0/s1600-h/ds3-m-locke-8h_w609.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228065603362621586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQRAQtQgGzVrlZOSCOEjFzYKIsI4FxDNiU-oDXkRkSFhR-JIeyYJDzUS718tVDDpjYeAdA0SPf-hNAHSANWsueQ5ZEx06d1yEz8dwodrHuDScKnPvfg4LBpEJ8TaZUSCPaV6_T1mOEQ0/s200/ds3-m-locke-8h_w609.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One of these men is a finalist in HGTV's Design Star. And one of these men starred on a sitcom called "Just Shoot Me". I am no detective, but I am thinking they might be the same person. Which if it is true means this guy is pretty talented what with the acting AND the decorating skills he has. Wonder where he will show up next? </span>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night I went to dinner with <a href="http://emphasisallmine.typepad.com/">Suz</a>, <a href="http://foolery.typepad.com/foolery/">Laurie</a> and <a href="http://dharmabum.typepad.com/dharma_bum/">Chris</a> in San Clemente. And true to form I <strong>talked way too much</strong>, which is something I do on first 'dates'. As I am talking my mind is coaching me thru my anxiety and nerves and I hear this from command central in my brain....<em>'okay you want them to like you right? Then just keep talking! Go on that is it...now make them laugh...good keep going...use your hands more when you talk....tell another funny story...don't stop. KEEP TALKING.Just keep TALKING'.</em> So there I am talking about my childhood in the OC, whether or not my husband reads my blog (he does), renaming Chris's insanely successful Tech placement company 'Geeks-R-Us' (sorry for that) and all the while I am using my hands to gesture wildly like some kind of interpretive dancer on crack. I wish I could say this was worse than 'normal; for me...no it is pretty standard stuff. That is the magic of me. Nuff said. On the way back up the 241 to the land of gracious living I was saying a prayer of thank you to the universe, for giving me the opportunity to meet these people. These are no ordinary people. I meet all of them thru blogging. That is our common thread. And I am simply amazed at all blogging has given to me in 6 months. AMAZED. Answered prayers people.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Laurie was just as funny and articulate in real life as she is on her <a href="http://foolery.typepad.com/foolery/">blog</a>. I was fascinated to learn she is a long time blogger (like YEARS), she grew up on a huge Dairy Farm, is terribly tech challenged (whaaa? no cell phone?) and has been known to herd cows (and children) in heels. Chris was that mega smart, mellow and calm surfer guy you see and think..'that guy is just friggin cool'...and well, he was. And although this was not my first time with Suzanne (we go way back- like months back) I learned a lot about her childhood and motivations for the menagerie of pets in her home. And it touched my heart.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course blogging was discussed ad nauseam. Actually I think the table next to us was playing a drinking game- and was doing a shot of tequila every time they heard us say the word 'blog'. They were wasted after about 20 minutes and were asked to leave*. We discussed 'blog direction', topics that are <strong>too</strong> personal for a personal blog and even how we handle the 'stress' associated with having readers, subscribers and all the rest. I learned, I laughed, I cried...and god knows I TALKED. and TALKED. Forgive me new friends...I promise I get better in time. Okay not necessarily 'better'....but.....well, more tolerable.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">(*not really. But could've happened....and no photo yet. I am waiting for Chris or Suz to post the ones they took. Cuz ya know I didn't take one single photo. Yeah I am a hell of a photographer don't you think?)</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-7043348082496216622008-07-25T07:40:00.000-07:002008-07-25T08:15:46.586-07:00My first Award! Yippeee!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt29czUG79ntFrB73R5L_l0NQSMQklDKyLM_qx8WU6QrHNsNZPos0R9a2B9ajGoAzEfoZJ46TyrMoOyXI-h2ehR2EeGwvLMTZJACFyiad9OXSWGd5XAYhZru3YcftWzzGBFAen3Xmg-I/s1600-h/awarda1brillliant_weblog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226961612057509874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt29czUG79ntFrB73R5L_l0NQSMQklDKyLM_qx8WU6QrHNsNZPos0R9a2B9ajGoAzEfoZJ46TyrMoOyXI-h2ehR2EeGwvLMTZJACFyiad9OXSWGd5XAYhZru3YcftWzzGBFAen3Xmg-I/s320/awarda1brillliant_weblog.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I won an award people! This is the <strong>first blog-award</strong> I have won and it means a lot to me. </span><a href="http://litandlaundry.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lit and Laundry </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">gave it to me! In case you are new to this whole thing- there are a few awards that sorta float out in the blogosphere...and are awarded by fellow bloggers. Once you receive you are to select new winners (in this case 7). Generally it means someone thinks your blog is pretty neat.....and well, that is just darn flattering. Okay so here are my 7 folks to pass it on too...so hard to pick. Since I think everyone on my blogroll is worth reading and I just sorta promoted some of my favorites </span><a href="http://theglamorouslifeblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-peoplemy-tribe.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. But here are 7 more!</span></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://maidfearfullyandwonderfully.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, I am fearfully and wonderfully the maid</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a href="http://shamelesslysassy.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shamelessley Sassy</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a href="http://laundrypile.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From under the Laundry Pile</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a href="http://www.onecrazychick.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One Crazy Chick</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a href="http://shaunacallaghan.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Blah Blah Blog</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a href="http://blogonkevin.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Always Home and Uncool</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a href="http://www.lisamertins.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lisa Mertins Life Illustrated</span></a></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you don't know these blogs- take a peek today. All are entertaining and worth the price of admission! Thanks again Lit and Laundry for this award!</span></p>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-29352982123446910012008-07-24T16:13:00.000-07:002008-07-24T16:25:50.748-07:00Reasons not to clean out your cabinets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kkd8L4vlAzN6-35K77U4f3IavznllAPcrH5FPpBV_X_acAgIk4pczkMo5M70YzuKzSyXFfXyQfmFx4k_Lc340I0P52tsNeLMfie5UTYI6hgIroBgVzw60-QiRASoow3YByL8VUqZiHE/s1600-h/wetjet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226723328008431682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-kkd8L4vlAzN6-35K77U4f3IavznllAPcrH5FPpBV_X_acAgIk4pczkMo5M70YzuKzSyXFfXyQfmFx4k_Lc340I0P52tsNeLMfie5UTYI6hgIroBgVzw60-QiRASoow3YByL8VUqZiHE/s400/wetjet.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today I cleaned out the cabinets above my much loved washer and dryer (click <a href="http://theglamorouslifeblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/appliance-trifecta.html">here</a> to read about the love affair) and I found TEN different Swiffer products. Swiffer dusting gloves, Swiffer Wet, Swiffer Dry, Swiffer refills etc.....I am chronic repeat buyer I am learning (as seen in my pantry from <a href="http://theglamorouslifeblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-noah-had-pantry-on-arc.html">Noah's Arc</a>)....but seriously? TEN? And the real comedy is that NONE of them are opened. So now I call it the "cabinet of good intentions"......</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-15287812242299968642008-07-23T20:53:00.000-07:002008-07-23T20:53:00.667-07:00Bail for my kids....<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4s3vWgY2tuq13Nx3Lh48fKiUs1ClyMaV8mCJLJ7g6DQIZnmoph2TCzSdBewF3R0rE6ccNdIUx7zluIQCOhpy4wdwHGLtxnVnOHnZHf-SBFOGwe7HCBtoRZjxBemK3b8YwdYhmMGwwfQ/s1600-h/0_68_112906_chapman_dog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226418191474583858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4s3vWgY2tuq13Nx3Lh48fKiUs1ClyMaV8mCJLJ7g6DQIZnmoph2TCzSdBewF3R0rE6ccNdIUx7zluIQCOhpy4wdwHGLtxnVnOHnZHf-SBFOGwe7HCBtoRZjxBemK3b8YwdYhmMGwwfQ/s200/0_68_112906_chapman_dog.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay ...in a bizzare effort to find something on TV last night that was NOT Pokemon...we landed on...wait for it......DOG the Bounty Hunter. After trying to explain the process of court dates, bail, bondsmen and bounty hunters in an AGE appropriate way (yes, impossible I know) we watched as an ex-surfer turned heroine addict was captured. This was followed by another conversation about drugs, rehab and why people are homeless. And I survived all this and was feeling like 'hey this show is actually a pretty good conversation starter' and thinking "I handled all that pretty darn well"...when Beth (Dog's wife) comes on the screen in a gravity defying top, exposing her Triple F breasts for the world (and my sons) to see. And Jack says...'that looks like a butt in front". And all I could do is agree. I mean what Nasa developed bra is this woman wearing? And more importantly where can I get it?....after a few minutes her breasts became so distracting we all decided to change the channel. Back to Pokemon. Which after all this, I was happy to watch. I didn't have to explain one more thing. Lesson learned. Pokemon it is kiddies. You win.
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ONE of my 20 year high school reunions has come and gone. Read about all those <a href="http://theglamorouslifeblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/reunion.html">HERE</a>. And I did not attend. But it got me thinking. And I thought I would write a little letter to myself. My high-school self......</span></div><p> </p><p> </p>
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Hi there….First of all you might wanna lose the perm. Well at least for your school photos…I know, I know you are really into Jennifer Beals from Flashdance and think Sigourney Weaver in Ghostbusters looks great with a full head of curly hair….but trust me it is something you will regret. Also, that super jaunty boy-short hair cut you get right before you start cheerleading in your sophomore year will be another of your fashion mistakes. Even though it shows off your insanely large dangling earrings to their fullest- you still are gonna wish you let your hair grow long and fabulous. </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">
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Okay all those girls who you seem to be obsessed with befriending? You know the ones you think have it all together and are so popular for all the wrong reasons? Don’t waste your time. They are all losers. One actually ends up in jail for a while. And the super hot girls with their perfect hair and perfect makeup you envied who fain illness to get out of PE nearly everyday?….well they end up regretting that, when their hate of exercise catches up with them and they balloon to ginormous status about 15 years later.</div>
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Thank your teachers more- they really are influential and shape your approach to problem solving and feed your growing addiction to being prepared. Don’t change that- it is something that will serve you very well in your business career and motherhood. Oh but stay clear of Mr. Baker….yes, he really was sleeping with JoAnne from your Math class. FOR YEARS.</div>
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As for boys… Tony is really a quality friend and turns out to be a neat adult. He is worth getting to know. But the rest? None of them matter…Oh and don’t go to a party with Mike when your mom makes you because she thinks he is ‘sweet’….he turns out to be a cocaine dealer and you have to bum a ride home from the party. But you do get a triumphant moment when you tell your mom. She never, ever butts in to your dating choices again. And remember to spend a little extra time in the morning when your dad drives you to school on the way to work…you will be grateful you did.</div>
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Oh, no matter how many times people tell you ‘this is the happiest time of your life’…let me inform you..<strong>IT IS NOT</strong>. You have far more happier parts of your life coming. Lots more. Actually it just keeps getting better and better AFTER you graduate.</div>
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Now get to class. Or Cheer practice. Or Drama rehearsal. …Oh I almost forgot..can you please stay out of the sun? The freckles do not go away when you turn 23 like your mom tells you. They stay forever. Thanks. And remember YOU ROCK. You are already something unique and awesome…..in twenty years your kids will adore you. And that is all you will care about anyway.</div>
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Marcy from the Future</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">(photo note: my hair was still so large by the time I arrived at the photo studio it was necessary to pull my top down around my shoulders to offset its large-ness. Whooaa...how about that make up? Ready for my close-up! Love this kind of humiliating photo thing? you should really visit <a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/">We are That Famil</a>y for a linky event like no other...)</span></span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-92158639762115748692008-07-22T01:25:00.000-07:002008-07-22T01:25:00.350-07:00I dream big.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK846aGtUBBwe_5i0e_kPP4i9Ez5EHhQgmBuKg6QFYYEFFHveFIuzy4lRd2xlfVwQtSeSMvY-uit1rTz4znS2qufoUocY5EFaXYA58KlHnphyphenhyphentZ8EPtBrIgI3U-y7p3fW96bwhwxkAGqA/s1600-h/23211561.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225696180486917170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK846aGtUBBwe_5i0e_kPP4i9Ez5EHhQgmBuKg6QFYYEFFHveFIuzy4lRd2xlfVwQtSeSMvY-uit1rTz4znS2qufoUocY5EFaXYA58KlHnphyphenhyphentZ8EPtBrIgI3U-y7p3fW96bwhwxkAGqA/s320/23211561.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While doing some internal digging about the whole point of my blog, the point of my career I no longer participate in and the point to my existence in general (beyond being the laundress and chauffeur at Villa Massura) I began to really let myself fantasize about my life- as if I were the one writing it script. Get your mind out of the gutter- not THOSE kind of fantasies! These kind….</span></div>
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<strong>Fantasy #1:</strong> I get a book deal for my ADtalk series. This will include a huge signing bonus which will allow me to spend 8 guilt free hours a day to locate vintage ads and write funny copy for them. The book will be a huge success and it will require a re-printing almost immediately. I will be asked to do another. Months later I will be invited to a fabulous cocktail party in Hollywood hills and I will notice MY book on their coffee table. Someone else will notice too- and they will ask me to sign it.</span></div>
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<strong>Fantasy #2:</strong> I will be asked to write for a sitcom. This fantasy involves meeting Tina Fey and we have martini’s over lunch and laugh and laugh like old friends. She borrows my sweater, I borrow her red heels- and we hit the town arm in arm that night. The next morning we see each other at the TV studio and we just look at each other and start to giggle…..then we sit down and write the funniest script ever written. We win an Emmy for it.</span></div>
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<strong>Fantasy #3:</strong> I am asked interview and photograph Carol Burnett, Steve Martin and Bill Murray. I decide to do all in a single day. I make my way to each of their lovely homes in Beverly Hills, Belaire and Hancock Park. They each greet me with smiles and give the most honest and revealing interviews of their lifetime. Each tells me that I am a very funny person. The photographs are classic and expose their vulnerabilities. Magazines are clamoring for usage rights. Steve sends me a hand written note to express his gratitude and offers an open invitation to his home- because he found me ‘intriguing and bright’.</span></div>
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<strong>Fantasy #4:</strong> For no explicable reason I begin to lose weight. The pounds begin falling off of me, although I have not changed my eating habits nor increased my exercise. Weekly I need to purchase clothing in a smaller size just to have something to wear that won’t ‘fall off’ of me. I purchase belts to help hold my pants up. I tuck all my shirts in- because I can. As I am thinning my freckles begin to fade on my porcelain smooth skin, and my hair seems to have a revitalized bounce and shine. As I approach a Size 4 my weight tapers off and I remain this size until the day I die when I am 98 years young. I am buried in a Chanel suit my husband purchased for me prior to our 20th wedding anniversary trip to Paris. It still fits. And of course it still looks great. After all it’s a Chanel silly.</span></div>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>Have you allowed yourself to have a fantasy today? Really? Darling tell me all about it....</em></span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-89228798934277995722008-07-22T01:00:00.000-07:002008-07-22T01:14:41.707-07:00If Noah Had a Pantry on the Arc<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWAn6riekLXY1RaJRl2hOWZAnmcQQYyocICAVJLrWcyJJ1J9sUd3R8pXimHGw0aoweMjI7Bb5GVQxCq7cagmoDBqzF8aT7XJFzNahamMpOCfT1947OE7MogYBfcFjW2tOwo-Pki6e_Jo/s1600-h/IMG_2289-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606866801331458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWAn6riekLXY1RaJRl2hOWZAnmcQQYyocICAVJLrWcyJJ1J9sUd3R8pXimHGw0aoweMjI7Bb5GVQxCq7cagmoDBqzF8aT7XJFzNahamMpOCfT1947OE7MogYBfcFjW2tOwo-Pki6e_Jo/s320/IMG_2289-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> *
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today over at </span><a href="http://www.ocregister.com/share/profiles/?slid=c3f1f6dc-d6e7-1d04-45ba-eb76b8bfc16f&plckController=PersonaBlog&plckScript=personaScript&plckElementId=personaDest&plckPersonaPage=BlogViewPost&plckPostId=Blog%3ac3f1f6dc-d6e7-1d04-45ba-eb76b8bfc16fPost%3ab3cc5956-5310-4662-b5d5-7c8d015037ad&sid=sitelife.ocregister.com"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ASK MARCY</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">! (OC Register Advice Blog) I posted this pic along with tips for snack organization (including what is in those white bins). Upon further review of this photo, I noticed my pantry has<strong> a lot</strong> of duplicates....it looks like the Noah's Arc of pantries......apparently someone needs to take a look at existing inventory before going grocery shopping. I will have to have a word with the maid and cook.....they are always so forgetful. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">*</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">*</span></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-66427915288412569202008-07-21T08:05:00.000-07:002008-07-21T09:36:14.215-07:00My people...my tribe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5B4bWq5IUqXmsu7ACFSjvFcWsCs71xLRvIRg54YGbObYQFVV29hY64KaeAH18j0ZyFHCZuPF7NVJDxEXCXvRQ50tmfffsKnetWDnevtNx2RsYy_LHs6rL0NgIFs8e04m2JjOt3CJVk4g/s1600-h/23212293.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225506584302735586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5B4bWq5IUqXmsu7ACFSjvFcWsCs71xLRvIRg54YGbObYQFVV29hY64KaeAH18j0ZyFHCZuPF7NVJDxEXCXvRQ50tmfffsKnetWDnevtNx2RsYy_LHs6rL0NgIFs8e04m2JjOt3CJVk4g/s200/23212293.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A Typical (and ACTUAL) conversation between blogger friends when they meet:</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Blogger #1:</strong> Do you see what was in Holly's Fruit Bowl this morning? </span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Blogger #2:</strong> Who is Holly?</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Blogger #1: </strong>You don't follow </span><a href="http://www.junecleavernirvana.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">June Clever Nirvana</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">?</span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Blogger #2:</strong> no. Is she good?</span></div>
<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Blogger#1:</strong> Okay you HAVE to read her...you MUST. Seriously...I don't even know if I can continue to be friends with you in real life if you don't read her. She is....well, hard to explain..but let's just say she refers to herself in the third person and she DRAWS her posts sometimes. </span></div>
<div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Blogger #2:</strong> Oh I get it. I will add her to my reader ASAP.</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This sort of conversation continues....for hours if necessary until we have convinced each other to read the exact same people we read..... So it occured to me (was told to do it by <strong><a href="http://emphasisallmine.typepad.com/">Suz</a></strong>) I should really highlight <strong>some*</strong> of my favorite reads...and my personal synopsis of their sites. Oh I am sure I will get that part wrong- but hey worth a try:</span></div>
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<div align="justify"><a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Candid Carrie:</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> She features a field trip which allows us all to break out of our own bloggy circle! (see button on my side bar) and she has lots of great photos on her site- which ya know I love.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><a href="http://proseandconverse.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Prose and Converse</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">: Spit take worthy comedy....and a little High School Musical love too.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We are THAT family</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">: You know the ones...the ones you say 'Oh THEM again!'. Seriously- feel like your family is crazy? Read her blog and you will feel right at home!</span></div>
<div align="justify"><a href="http://emphasisallmine.typepad.com/emphasismine/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Emphasis Mine:</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Great writting, great links, great ideas....and becoming a great friend too. Was also the FIRST blog I ever read. Ever....and I still adore it.</span></div>
<div align="justify"><a href="http://foolery.typepad.com/foolery/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Foolery:</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Oh the comedy. Very smart writing , be ready to giggle..she tells it like no other.</span></div>
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<div><span style="font-family:verdana;">But I read TONS more. I read them religiously. (via a <a href="http://theglamorouslifeblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-be-efficient-blog-reader.html">reader</a>) Check out my new Blog Roll to the right. See all those names? I follow ALL of them! And I love every post.....well, except the ones about poopie diapers and Blogher....those I don't love so much...but I read them anyway....these are my people. MY TRIBE. </span></div>
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<div><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">*it was too too hard to pick who to highlight here. It is random really.</span></em></div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728740939751177633.post-91784744677130286792008-07-21T08:00:00.000-07:002008-07-21T08:00:01.137-07:00Happy Birthday 1980 style<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETlVMsyBbV7Lbz-q4YWMrVhFdqRtm7292SCXNNuN1-tLZT46s2HPRlky50Zs8VBaHXab0z4uJz8vDa8qzP5ruw2QwdqW95AdxCBODP9efmUtvBea9R_VF3-iEt7Z0j4SloLsXdqGO8GQ/s1600-h/1698240361_66e454955e_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197827635333410562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 580px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETlVMsyBbV7Lbz-q4YWMrVhFdqRtm7292SCXNNuN1-tLZT46s2HPRlky50Zs8VBaHXab0z4uJz8vDa8qzP5ruw2QwdqW95AdxCBODP9efmUtvBea9R_VF3-iEt7Z0j4SloLsXdqGO8GQ/s400/1698240361_66e454955e_o.jpg" width="460" border="0" /></a>
<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its 1980 and its your birthday! You are turning 4...and all you ever wanted is on this page. I am not sure who is the birthday girl/boy here..pretty sure it isn't the Harry Potter glasses girl on the right. I bet it is the smug pretty in pink one. Now in 1980 I would have been 10 (there now you know my age- now be nice and don't rub it in...I know I am OLD, just ask the </span><a href="http://www.ocregister.com/share/profiles/?slid=c3f1f6dc-d6e7-1d04-45ba-eb76b8bfc16f&plckController=PersonaBlog&plckScript=personaScript&plckElementId=personaDest&plckPersonaPage=BlogViewPost&plckPostId=Blog%3ac3f1f6dc-d6e7-1d04-45ba-eb76b8bfc16fPost%3a2708b8f8-20e9-424e-933e-131e901a2b36&sid=sitelife.ocregister.com"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">AARP</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">), but I remember alot of the toys on this page- so some of these were around for a while. I really remember the cupie-looking doll in pink towards the bottom of the ad. It used to bug the heck out of me that I couldn't take her hood off her head. And she was filled like a bean-bag. I think I really loved her- even though my mom says I wasn't much for doll playing at all. But my favorite part of this pic...the camera the mom is holding. Remember those flash bulbs?</span> </div>Marcy Massurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15959614472836747632noreply@blogger.com6