In a previous life I used to delude myself that I was more or less on top of what was hip. Often it was closer to ‘less’ than ‘more’, but at least I could hold my own in a (fairly brief) casual conversation about music, movies, local clubs, etc.. I knew which restaurants still served food at 3 a.m., and more importantly, which of those served food you might actually want to eat.

I kind of miss that feeling. But even more than that, I’m frustrated by the knowledge that there are really fun, interesting things that are passing me by completely. Today I got emails from two different friends asking me if I knew about Baby Loves Disco. I didn’t. Just in case you have been living under the same rock as me (Hi!) here’s a brief description from their website:

All across the country, Baby Loves Disco is slowly but surely transforming the hippest night clubs into child proof discos as toddlers, pre-schoolers and parents looking for a break from the routine playground circuit let loose for some post naptime, pre-dinner fun. Make no mistake, this is NOT the Mickey Mouse club, and Barney is Banned. Baby loves disco is an afternoon dance party featuring real music spun and mixed by real djs blending classic disco tunes From the 70s, & 80s guaranteed to get those little booties moving and grooving.

I have spent the last sixteen months living in a city which has a Baby Loves Disco chapter and it has completely escaped my notice. Why didn’t anybody tell me sooner???? My girls need pink satin jackets. And a place to wear them. You will find me, um, us at the head of the line for the next event.

And I’m not done yet. . . I’ve also managed to live up to this point knowing nothing about The Kinsey Sicks. (Warning: If you hold traditional family values you may not find this nearly fantastic as I do. If you are offended, don’t blame me. I tried to warn you.) Lime & Violet used I Wanna Be a Republican as the outro* on their latest podcast. (Repeat Previous Warning. Also, the linked file is nearly 3MB. It’s worth it.) Man are they good. And FUNNY.

Now I’m wondering: what other subversive wonderfulness am I missing?

Note to self: Must get back in the loop.

* It’s really a word. Wikipedia says so.

I don’t know what you do for fun at 5:30 in the morning. Me, I prefer sleeping. Not the girls. Nope. In their (merciless) fun-filled world 5:30 a.m. is the perfect time to throw a party in the laundry basket. BYOB*, of course.

It’s party time!

Rock on!

Mine!

Wanna trade?

Why does Mama look so sleepy?

*Bring your own binky

I was going to write about how Heike has figured out how to remove her diapers without actually removing her clothing first, but instead I would like to register a complaint, a very loud and deeply dissatisfied complaint, with weather.com and my local TV weather people. I am sitting here in my living room listening to the sound of freezing rain as it hits the ground. Nobody said a blessed word about freezing rain during their agitated ‘OMG, it might actually SNOW. SNOW!!! We could get one, two, maybe even three inches of SNOW!!!!!!’ weather forecasts today. (In this part of the world actual, real, live snow causes TV stations to send reporters to stand on freeway ramps for hours talking about the snow. Often before the actual, real, live snow really, actually shows up. It doesn’t snow much here.)

I do not fear and inch or two of snow. An inch or two of freezing rain scares the bejesus out of me. And being trapped indoors with two very energetic two-year-olds for a whole entire day scares me even more.

Please do not make me face my fears without adequate warning. It makes me cranky.

The lovely ladies of Lime & Violet are hosting the Lime & Violet Sock Marathon 2007. They have a Flickr group set up and people have been posting pictures of their sock yarn stashes along with the approximate length of said stash. Since I’ve never actually figured out how much sock yarn I’ve hoarded collected I decided to take the opportunity to do an inventory.

Here’s what I found:

As you can plainly see it’s hardly any yarn at all, really. I mean it’s only 11.9 miles long (19.1 km for those of you who use the metric system). That’s not even a half-marathon, much less an entire marathon.

I have no idea why DH froze in the doorway and then started laughing uncontrollably when he came in to take this picture. No idea at all. . .

It’s a brand new year and I’m presently all out of clever, bloggy ideas. I was going to swipe one from Random Again , namely the year-end meme. But it’s long. And I’m tired.

Cue whining noises.

So I will content myself with wishing you all a joyous New Year.