So just to solidly make the case that I’m absolutely off my rocker, I’m sharing the following. Actually, let me back up. Over the last couple of days, I posted some pictures of the cupcakes I helped make for a school fundraiser, and people have made some lovely comments about my decorating abilities. The thing…
The kids turned in their science fair projects last week. Neither of them made it to “the big show,” but that wasn’t a huge surprise. They’ve historically driven me nuts by procrastinating for two months, deciding last minute that they want to do a “great job,” and then getting angry because they didn’t get chosen. I…
My daughter isn’t in Girl Scouts, and I’m not gonna lie — it’s because I’m scared. Over the years, I’ve heard tale of cookie selling hell, and I feel like my adrenal glands are already shot as is. The last thing I need is people being pissed at me for being a bad Cookie Mom…
So when everybody started freaking out over the Onion calling nine-year-old Oscar nominee Quvenzhané Wallis the c-word, my thought process went something like this: Wow, stay classy. Maybe an intern was tweeting. What idiot would let an intern tweet during the Oscars? Somebody’s getting the axe. They’ll probably end up on that Katie Couric show. Or…
So I am spent. Spent. These are the days when my body likes to remind me that “No, you can’t go skiing on Saturday, hiking on Sunday, and then expect to live to tell about it. Ha ha!” Or, I should say, “Bwwahaha!” I have a feeling my body has a tendency towards sick and…
We’re a family of three, not four this week (or four, not five, if you count the dog). Newt, our 10-year-old, is away for two nights with his classmates at a wilderness camp. At Lake Tahoe. In the snow. Fortunately he’s not snow camping (because that’s only for crazy people). They’re in cabins with heat…
So here’s the current status: I’m officially a Christmas casualty. After, I’m assuming, intense gift-wrapping sessions and several nights of marathon dishwashing, I’ve done something really bad to my back. I can’t lift my arm over my head, so I haven’t taken a shower in four days. I’ll just let everyone use their own imaginations…
I went and saw Les Miserables with a girlfriend the other night. It was an amazing movie, but for some reason, I still feel like I could just nitpick it to pieces. I’m starting to think this could be my calling — professional life nitpicker. Too bad I can’t get someone to pay me for that……
So last night, my husband, Tenzin, and I went out to dinner. Grown-up dinner with friends. And a play. We basically have no social life, so this was a big deal for us. For better or worse (most likely worse — we’ll see in a few years when I get a call from their therapists),…
So once again, the fabulous Kelly DeBie of DeBie Hive swoops in with a story from her always unbelievable life. Unbelievable only because truth is stranger than fiction. And when you have four kids and a husband, that’s a lot of material to work with. ****** A few months ago, my husband got a new…
So come on in. I made some Arnold Palmers. And a nice jello salad...
