You also know it's a classy neighborhood when you leave old, disgusting furniture on the curb by the garbage cans but for some reason the furniture is gone before the garbagemen have come by.
If you don't know me, here's your fill of Arianne trivia: I'm from Detroit. I love baked goods, 80's new wave, sleeping, dancing, trees, growing green things, traveling, trivia games, pasta, sushi, Wes Anderson movies, dancing, sleeping, reading the classics, learning languages, old musicals, and NOT doing math. I hate following trends; I enjoy being original. I have three kids and one husband. Big Daddy (the husband), is awesome. He makes me laugh constantly and could be nominated for Father Of the Year every day. He has sexy legs and confidently wears pink and purple. Not together. Daphne is 9 1/2. She is artistic, curious, loves animal toys with very large eyes, and prefers an all sugar diet or nothing at all. Beck is 8. He is a sweet, gentle boy. He is super smart and very musical. He speaks Chinese, loves Michael Jackson, and can read like a 5th grader. Pippa, our baby, is 3 1/2. She is the happiest, friendliest, sweetest child ever. She loves snuggles and saying surprisingly grown up things. Most importantly, she doesn't have brown eyes! We also have two cats, Cleopatra and Margot, who regularly forget that they can't walk across the pond. And that about sums us up.
Om is the sound of the universe: Heaven, earth, hell and silence all in one word. It represents the omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence of God. Om is a syllable of meditation and grounding. It is also a tattoo on my lower back.
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Bryn is sitting here with me, and she wonders what that big thing is in the street. You know its bad when even the 3 year old can tell.
You also know it's a classy neighborhood when you leave old, disgusting furniture on the curb by the garbage cans but for some reason the furniture is gone before the garbagemen have come by.
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