Happy Sunday. That’s me, getting ready to go do some Power Pilates , which has pretty much been saving my life lately. Make no mistake. Power pilates is not like regular pilates. Every week I let Lisa persecute my ass six ways from Sunday and I sweat out so much aggravation in the process it’s incredible. I mean, obviously it’s… Read more →
Category: The Trivial
To the Rescue.
Ummm… I tried to pick the least offensive picture I could find to top this post so that you could understand how the {delicately named} Super Kegel is used. Because if I had led off with this image of what essentially appears to be a thigh master for your cooch ~ ~ I can only imagine where the mind might… Read more →
Retail Therapy
Yesterday I was feeling kind of blue. Just one of those days, you know? When life kind of catches up with you, and you feel like you’ll never get out from under your to-do list, and the sky is kind of gloomy, and your baby is cutting two teeth at once, and you just kind of wish you could be… Read more →
Lucky Charm
Happy St. Paddy’s Day, from Mini Elton John. Read more →
It’s a Big World.
…the guy’s gotta rest sometime. Spotted outside of [the now defunct] Wacky Waffles on Sunset Blvd, blowing off some steam, 12/26/05. Merry X-Mas. Read more →
Rainy Days and Mondays
I used to feel indifferent towards the rain. Indifferent with a hint of distain even, seeing as people in Los Angeles LOSETHEIRFUCKINGSHIT when the skies open up. In their defense, the city really isn’t built for it. I don’t know what those water thieving gansters were thinking when they built this town. But anyway… Lately, I love… Read more →
Giving Thanks
If you don’t watch How I Met Your Mother, here’s another good reason you should be: Read more →
Domestic Heaven
So, I almost deleted this entire blog by accident this morning, and MAN, I would have been BUUUUUMMED if I had done that. Thankfully my new MacBook is smarter than I am (as opposed to my old MacBook which was a freaking glorified paperweight) and it stopped me before my placenta head took out the only writing I’ve done about… Read more →
Killing me softly (Ikea 2010)
Labor Day weekend, and all it’s panic-inducing implications, found Scott and I once again trolling the (jam packed, nightmarish) halls of our favorite mecca of affordable Scandinavian Home Furnishings. This time we were only there for some antique stain (to ensure our changer top matches our Crib) and a single bolt that was missing when we picked up the original… Read more →
Ef you, cooking.
I hate cooking. Mainly, because I suck at it. It’s one of the key talking points of my daily internal monologue of self loathing, because now that I’m a wife, and about to be a mother (and you know, live in the world where I’m expected to be social and participate when people have parties, and also I was raised… Read more →