…Whether they like it or not. (We like it enough for both of ’em.)
Nora Checks Out Junie B!
November 22, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Photo: Emerald City Theatre Company This past weekend we were lucky enough to score tickets for the press opening of Emerald City Theatre’s ‘Junie B. Jones in Jingle Bells, Batman Smells,’ adapted by Allison Gregory and directed by Jacqueline Stone. For the uninitiated, Barbara Park’s Junie B. Jones is one of those books right now…the kind where kids freak out and love her and know every single misadventure of the spunky first grader. (For the super uninitiated, Emerald City is one of those theatre {Read More}
She’s In Real Danger Of Getting Noshed, Here.
November 21, 2011 By 4 Comments
Is it so wrong to want to eat another person’s face? …Yes? Okay, but how about if they have positively Winston Churchillesque cheeks on a newborn’s sweet-smelling li’l head? Isn’t that an edible juxtaposition? …Still no? There is something about this kid’s Thousand Yard Stare that makes me feel faintly apologetic for the things I know she knows about me. She’s a Very Old Soul. (Maybe a grandmother of mine. Maybe a great. Maybe someone else’s– who also knows something {Read More}
Boycotton 2: The Drawstring Strikes Back
November 17, 2011 By 3 Comments
It’s fully been a week now of this whole Put On A Pair Of Pants Like You Mean It (And For God’s Sake Maybe Comb That Hair), a.k.a. my attempt to not be Mayor McGrubbington. For a solid week (actually, since last Wednesday- “counting” has never been one of my strongest suits) I’ve chosen a decent-ish outfit, sans sweatpants or hoodies, and attempted to style my hair and face. And here’s what the past week has shown me. I’m clearly {Read More}
A Week In The Life Of An Artiste.
November 16, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Ah, a nice watercolor/chalk mixed media. Miss? No drinks in the theater. THIS BIG. Uh, no I was NOT using the purple marker.
Boycotton. That’s Right.
November 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Rainbow stripes are slimming. And now, a half-week update on Boycotton (a term I’ve just now thoroughly invented to define my week-long ban on sweatpants): I continue to not wear my cozies- excepting, obviously, those occasions wherein it is not only acceptable but expected; bedtime, early evening viewings of Jane Eyre, etc., etc.- and here is what I’ve found. It is difficult. Because nothing fits. Nothing. I am too small to wear my maternity pants (you so rarely hear the {Read More}
Keely Is A Grubby Grub From Grubville.
November 10, 2011 By 4 Comments
I used to rock it. Sure, it was my wedding, but… This is getting to be a problem. Now, I enjoy a good pair of sweatpants as much as the next gal…but the time has come to kibosh. Sure, I had a baby five weeks ago and absolutely, whatever I wear WILL be covered in glitter and squashed blueberries by the end of the day…but that’s really no [long-term] excuse. I’ve gotten lazy. Not about the childcare, laundry, energetic toddler activities {Read More}
Today’s Wordless Wednesday Is Brought To You…
November 9, 2011 By 1 Comment
…By the Letter ‘P’…and the Number 4[am]. Can you find all of the ‘P’ words? (The 4am is evident everywhere.)
