Lost for the Ages

First Assertagirl brought me immense relief when she pointed out Bumper looks more like Amelie rather than the editor of Vogue (and my little girl is definitely quirky in that beautiful Amelie way if I say so myself):


Well holy heck, it's a relief to have no more Wintour flashes and glimpses - too much attitude for me to deal with. So now it's Amelie. Cool I can deal with that.

But then Kittenpie brought up Ramona Quimby and well... that cannot be denied, both in nature and looks:

Well I'll be darned, doesn't that look like her? If Ramona is tough enough to be tattooed on your arm, well that's good enough for me.

That is a relief, and thank you for letting me sleep at night. To think that I could have been raising a Prada loving devil was hard to wrap my mind around.

Though she would probably get me into that legendary closet at Vogue AND send lots of free shoes my way.

And bags. And maybe some clothes. And definitely some make-up. I'm mean, I AM her mother after all.

Maybe I should rethink this.

Anyhow - have you been over to MommyBlogsToronto lately? This week, four of the fantastic bloggers over there wrote some kick ash stuff: Shooting for Hip (IRL: Don Mills Diva), Pick of the Litter (the librarian with sass aka Life of Pie), Restauranter (yummy it's The Petite Gourmand), and Mama Drama (the blogger formerly known as #, now known as nomotherearth). All great reads, let me tell you. You're welcome.

UNRELATED TANGENT!

So I was waiting for the bus at the subway station this morning and the conversation of two older ladies caught my attention (picture Maude's mom and Betty White + 20 years - didn't really watch the show).

OK, so I was eavesdropping out of boredom and they were the only other ones around the station. I had no book and forgot my iPod and they were talking loud enough for me to hear so what's a girl to do?

Now that we have established that I'm a snoop, let me regurgitate what was overheard. I came in just as their conversation went something like this:

Diane*:Who do you think Jack wants to be with?
Lydia*: (no hesitation) Kate. Definitely Kate.
Diane: If I was Kate I'd like Sawyer.
Lydia: Well if I was her, I'd be with Sayid.
Diane: Reeeee-ally?
Lydia: Yes. I like foreign men. My first husband was Irish.

* names have been changed because I didn't steal their purses to find out their handles. Bad security camera angles - motherbumper is no fool.

I almost started to add my two cents but stopped myself for no reason other than I was enjoying how a LOST talk was progressing between two women who appeared to be in their late 60s (and I'm being nice). They looked more like Wayne Newton fans rather than LOST junkies.

Obviously I have no idea what older people watch because I couldn't think of one show to compare to the popularity of LOST. Must brush up on geriatric pop culture.

In case you are wondering - the bus came before Desmond was mentioned (you know they had to have talked about him at some point - Lydia's husband was foreign and all). Seriously, I would have totally pegged them for Jack ladies. You really do learn something new every day.

TANGENT VEERS ELSEWHERE.

Anyhow, I'm over at motherbumper's laboratory reviewing the latest dvd offering from Bob the Builder (CAN WE READ IT? YES WE CAN!).

Oh and because I have lemming tendencies: what do you want to know about me? what questions about motherbumper don't let you sleep at night? I'm trying to write my "About Me" section but each time I start it, it bores me to tears - so please help me spice it up. What do you want to know about the blogger called motherbumper?

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