November 2011

Julia Child’s Blooper Reel

November 29, 2011

I’ve been looking forward to Thanksgiving since the day after Halloween.  Secretly, it’s because the Christmas season starts the day after Thanksgiving, when I get to fill every nook, cranny, and nail with holiday Stuff.  But I refuse to publicly admit this.  After all, there’s no need to look like a hypocrite after I finish [...]

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Domestication Strikes Back

November 21, 2011

Have you heard of the Naked Sober Chick? If you haven’t, you probably should.  Because not only is she striking back, but she’s doing it WITH CHILD.  Literally.  NSC popped out a mini-me last week! Of course, she waited until I had high-tailed it to the top of an internet-less mountain for the weekend. Perhaps [...]

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Eldest Child Syndrome

November 16, 2011

The Big Man and I are eldest children.  The first borns of our families.  The ones who, had we been born a couple hundred years ago, would have inherited it all.  So long as our siblings didn’t band together and assassinate us first. Which is why I am eternally grateful to have been born in [...]

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I grew up in an Olan Mills. Ok, not literally, but large chunks of the admittedly limited number of memories I have of my childhood involve being in an Olan Mills studio.  Mostly the waiting room of the studio, with a few brief flashes of being in the actual studio.  One bright light and I’m [...]

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Daylight. Savings. Time. Those three words?  Are enough to strike fear in the heart of every mother out there.  If the next presidential candidate were to run on a platform that consisted of drowning kittens, increasing pay for mimes, and eliminating daylight savings time – he would win the mom vote.  Hands down. Its not [...]

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A man came to my home yesterday, laid down on my kitchen floor, and made me the happiest woman in the Entire world. Had I known it would be that easy?  I’d have called my landlord months ago.  You know, back when we first moved in.  And realized that our dishwasher was more adept at [...]

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