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Enter Frank.

Hailing from the archives of unused promotional “Despicable Me”, 2010 movie paraphernalia, Frank entered our lives during one of the sweatier weekends in August. Hanging there — among duplicates of himself in the Carni Whack-a-Mole trailer at the St. Catherine’s Fair. Little did any of us know that he would soon find his way into our lives as a permanent fixture in the arms of our son. The necessity at bedtime – where is FRRAAANNNKKK? And why Frank? Usually when you ask Will what the name of something is, he comes up with something creative like BOKI, CRUD, or TIMBLEBOCHMAN. This one was very decided and definitive. FRANK. I have a few Uncles named Frank, although I don’t think this is an issue of keeping it in the family. We also have a dear friend named Frank, but I fail to see the similarities, although he might be flattered. The attraction? The one eye? The crooked smile? Frank only knows, and having never seen the movie version of this character — we think that FRANK is here to stay.

Frank, who has already required several repairs due to exhaustive play, is an everyday kind of bloak with a serious Boston accent. He practically whispers when he speaks and says things like “balls”, “you gonna eat that”, “he married a girl with ching” and “I’m gonna take him out back and beat the shit out of him” when the mailman makes the dog bark. On more than one occasion I’ve glared back — you know, trying to win the staring contest… but only once have I lost my marbs, screaming “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT”, when faced with the 5 o’clock frenzies of overtired, hungry kids that won’t admit their delirium. I mean whatever — you try having that eye on you all day… silently judging. But then that crooked smile always pulls me back in — a swamp yankee’s charm.

He agrees that saying “Oh my GOSH” or “GOODNESS” is acceptable as a replacement for GOD — but has yet to concur with an alternate to “SUCKS”… Referring to this whole Red Sox Francona mess as a “WICKED SUCK BALL” which isn’t quite appropriate, but not entirely off the mark either. He’s simple, yet diverse — and, what I think I like about him the most is, he doesn’t shed — although he isn’t above stinking the place up. Frank, since we’ve had a few months now to grow into one another, for all that he encompasses, just might last as some other plush toys do. Meanwhile, I’m trying to overlook the overall design of his being — the germ like qualities and semi-failure of his movie career. But at the end of the day, how can you blame Hollywood for it’s misgivings when Will emulates nothing short of love.

Yum.
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In other completely unrelated yet related news, Pregnant Women ARE smug… it’s true. Elly posted this on her site yesterday… I thought it was worth the repost in case you missed it.

You want to see how my brain feels this week? You should take a look at this rattle over at Small for Big. With a brain that squirrelly, this week’s picks are more feel good than ever. When I was a kid I used to say “Simple pleasures for complex minds, we need the break”. Yeah, I was a nerd, you hadn’t guessed that yet? With the weird prose I write? Regardles, let’s focus on visually lovely things that might help my mind rest a bit. Feel free to buy any one of these and send it to me pronto. I’d love you forever.

1. Roost
   Nairobi Stool, Velocity Art & Design $150
2. Offshore
   Convertible Top, Free People $48
3. Silver
   Deer Necklace, Retro Skor, $16.99
4. Built
   by NYC Shoulder Bag – Girard Collection, Swiss Knife Shop $69.99
5. Woodland
   Owl Wing Headband, Sleepy King, $16
6. Ry’s addition to this week’s Random Five — because we are on complex patterns and she loves to shop for her niece, (slightly obsessed with little girl clothes because she has a bruiser of a boy two year old) — Check out a new FTB Twitter Follower VYSSAN LULL’s Retro Dress Orange by Strömming, $62:

It is really hard for me to believe that this pup is 10&1/2 years old. He’s been through quite a bit. Numerous injured paws–he once even caught a stick in the fashion of a sword swallow and had to have stitches down the back of his tongue. He was a mess, but he woke up the next morning raring to go. Two years ago he landed in an odd way after a catch, injuring his back left leg. We thought his days of serious play were over, but he modified the way he holds his leg and acts like nothing ever happened.

He’s completely stretched out on our couch right now–not wanting to move until the rest of the house wakes up. Bluer than the bluest calm, bluer than the bluest swoon and bluer than the bluest breeze. The Bluedog.

June 4th – the debut of Royal Pains (we’ve mentioned this one before)…. Filming a few scenes locally… the show was initially aimed at the typical Hamptons gleam  – wealth, greed, glitz and gobs of debauchery… an example of the social climbers heaven. A humble doctor from NYC finds himself in the middle of a Hamptonite
boozefest that results in his good fortune of becoming a personal
physician to the obscenely rich…. one can imagine where this leads..
Not to say that the Hamptons are not without good times, but it isn’t
1999. In tomorrow’s NYTimes article, the co-creator is even quoted as saying that after growing up in Roslyn, he  was once “someone who’s on the outside of that world and wants to get in.” You know, we live here… we live here everyday and night. And it’s a really nice place… with (some) nice people… people that might be wealthy… but then again might not be… it’s really hard to tell unless they have their personal physician in tow.

Since it’s initial filming…  has reality struck? Madoff made off… the big bad economy… wealth is suddenly hush hush–bad… Hiding is the new flaunt. Value is the new gem. Saving is the new spending. What was supposed to be a look into living in this world overflowing with granduer has now become a rather low key release. Already low-brow (the USA Network, ew.), Royal Pains is predictably annoying, ugly and at best a pointless waste of time. You know we’ll be watching.