Oh my goodness. Now, I’m not usually one for “current” media. I read the Sunday paper, of course- the trifecta of the Sunday Mag, Parade and “the funners.” Always. I try to keep up with environmental, health and local political stuff. But no, I’m not a rabid news follower. (Then again, I kinda don’t have to be. I’m married to a guy who has The Huffington Post tattooed onto his corneas. He likes to tell me The Issues right before {Read More}
Turkish appetizers and Mexican helado- must be the 4th!
July 5, 2010 By 5 Comments
As I sit here typing, I can hear my daughter’s rageful meows from the room directly above me. (Seriously, she sounds like the cats. I think they have a thing going on where they decided if they all sound alike, then we’ll come running all the time. I don’t quite get this logic, but then again- I’m neither an 8 month old human nor a 6 year old cat.) She had decided she was too tired to even hold up her head {Read More}
Declan, meet Media.
July 1, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Flynn/Grant/Schoeny clans have been abuzz with their newest addition: Mr. Declan Seamus Grant, born June 30th at 3:06pm, 9lbs and 4oz, 21in long. (Are you hearing this, Nora Jane? I guarantee you guys will be wearing the same hoodie at the Cape.) He joins big bros Quinn Sawyer and Cole Sebastian- and of course my big sis Kate and her ‘Let’s Have A Lacrosse Team’ husband Tom. We are so stoked to meet our newest little guy- Nora’s first “little” {Read More}
We did other stuff, too. Really.
June 28, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Bitsy Bug is dozing off a low-grade fever this a.m., which means P.J. and I are finally leaving her alone. Seriously. I fully realize that a fever under 104 degrees truly doesn’t warrant any more medical attention than a cool washcloth, the occasional Tylenol and a vodka tonic, extra limes- hey, the whole house is dealing with the kiddo’s discomfort, okay?- but you should try telling that to us in the middle of Taking Care Of Nora. We have entire, {Read More}
June 28, 2010 By Leave a Comment
The Bitsy Bug is dozing off a low-grade fever this a.m., which means P.J. and I are finally leaving her alone. Seriously. I fully realize that a fever under 104 degrees truly doesn’t warrant any more medical attention than a cool washcloth, the occasional Tylenol and a vodka tonic, extra limes- hey, the whole house is dealing with the kiddo’s discomfort, okay?- but you should try telling that to us in the middle of Taking Care Of Nora. We have entire, {Read More}
http://www.lollygagblog.com/2010/06/home-is-where-swiffer-is.html
Home is where the Swiffer is.
June 24, 2010 By 5 Comments
My Wii Fit was snarky to me this morning. We have a history, that thing and I do. Back in January it called me obese. Then the boxing instructor openly mocked me. And if it’s been a bit of time between sessions, the Wii console character is all- Well howdy DO, lazy butt! My “trainer” is condescending. And forever changing her hairstyle. And wondering if- perhaps- I’m putting too much pressure on my toes. Or my heels. Ease up, heifer! {Read More}
Rock n’ roll lifestyle, indeed.
June 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
What a wonky start to the day. It’s Monday, it’s boiling hot, it’s swamptacular…and it’s- quite unexpectedly- my day off. Mr. C has a raging fever (feel better, li’l man) and- even worse- it was supposed to be his first day of camp. And his counselor’s name is Nora. And he loves our Nora. Sadness all around. Except, of course, that means Miss Nora Janie and I have a Get Out Of Responsibility Free card. Unless you count the usual crazyville that {Read More}
It’s a very real issue.
June 17, 2010 By 1 Comment
Oh, this is good. Remember my investigative journalism regarding Lanacane Anti-Chafing Gel? (That’s right, I linked back to my earlier post. It was that informative.) So. We were watching TV the other night and a commercial came on- and it asked me if I hated that chafing feeling. I turned to P.J., perhaps a little too excited. It began in a crazy animated way, with cartooned, dancey figurines having trouble with, you know, walking and other thigh issues. Then- oh, then– {Read More}
