I’m going to tell you something super gross. No…it’s like SUPER GROSS. Are you ready? I kind of feel like it’s gross enough that I should write it in white and make you highlight it if you want to read it so you can opt out if you’re not in the mood to revisit your breakfast. Ready? Highlight — start:Scott… Read more →
Month: March 2011
Delilah Georgie Puddin’ Pie
Delilah and Lalo, sitting in a tree. Kind of. Nose is close enough-ish. {photo courtesy of Mama Ari.} Read more →
I Think Our Parents Might Need Our Help.
As you may know – four days a week my Mom, aka Grandma Margie, is here hanging with Dee and me so I can get work done. And, well…yesterday Grandma was feeling quite badly for having sent a few of her nearest and dearest “free movie tickets” via HomeRun.com (which, for what it’s worth, isn’t a scam or anything…it just… Read more →
Oh fuck, it’s Thursday already.
See how bad I need this series? So, Purgeday Thursday (working title) is upon us again, and I am so already effing up this whole weekly series thing. (It’s nearing midnight on Thursday as I write this. Scott is going to bed.) But I can’t give up. I can’t, dear readers, because I am literally drowning in crap. And… Read more →
Browser Window Shopping
This Sunday is Rosebowl Flea Market day, but I won’t be going, because we are — as you know — on an agressive mission to bring minimalism and control to our overcrowded tiny home. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t still need my fix on gorgeous mid century furniture and things, right? RIGHT?!? So instead, I’m treating my insomnia…and… Read more →
Life moves pretty fast sometimes.
I’m having a good hair day today. Thanks to a revelatory haircut and some top secret advice from my new friend Cole, and the incredible resource that is my sister-in-law (or, when she’s not available to me, her blog) and EVEN THOUGH I woke up late with the vicodin hangover from hell {have we not talked about my broken rib?… Read more →
Dashiell and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Cake
The boy turns three tomorrow, but watching Sara expertly wrangle her two little men while managing to serve the six-layer rainbow cake she made from scratch while remodeling her bathroom (no, seriously) — you’d think she’d been at this Mom business for a hell of a lot longer. Sara is the kind of gracious, calm, collected, ready-before-the-guests-arrive, hostess that I could… Read more →
I think maybe…a weekly series?
I have no idea what my fingers are doing. My brain is screaming all kinds of rational reasons why I shouldn’t put this additional pressure on myself, and yet my fingers and my guts are saying “nah…go on ahead with this one…it’s gonna be good for you.” So…[brushing angel off shoulder] I think I’m starting a weekly blog series… Read more →
This is my life.
Do you remember that movie? It stars Marge Simpson Julie Kavner as a struggling single mom who finds success as a stand-up comic, and ends up neglecting her children along the way . Well..it’s a good movie and you should rent it. {It’s also, an amazing reminder of life just-pre techono boom, and how different it really was.} ANYWAY. My… Read more →
Momming as a Verb.
When I was little, I was sick constantly. I had my first ear infection at 3 weeks old, and proceeded to have them until my mastoid rotted out and had to be removed at 3 years old. I was in the hospital for 17 days with my head wrapped in gauze while my parents took turns sleeping on a… Read more →