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 →
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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 →
You win some, you lose some.
I think I might be winning this one. Read more →
Skymall never fails me.
Dog. Poop. Vacuum. Wait, wait…before you puke – think it over. It’s approximately the size of a leaf blower (that’s what she said) and it can take down three lbs of the stinky stuff in a single bag-load (wait…that’s what she said, AGAIN.) I’ve done the math. It’s roughly 8 lbs of combined vacuum and feces. If you can handle that, then… Read more →
Envy. Betrayal. Murder. While Supplies Last.
It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m so tired my eyes are literally crossing, but I just wanted to say a quick enormous THANK YOU to those of you have been taking The Seriously Official Reader Survey of The818. It’s been a super intense couple of weeks here, life-stuff-wise, and getting to read all about you lovelies while I… Read more →