Get to work. Maybe comb that hair. The other day I was asked- by more than one person- what I was “working on” these days. Writing, I replied. Real writing? They asked. Or just blogging? Which made me think. ‘Cause it’s true- what initially began as a creative outlet for my projects and an incentive to keep going has rapidly become the norm in terms of output. And it’s not like I don’t have a plethora of other thingies on which {Read More}
Not too early for a late breakfast martini, though…
November 29, 2010 By 2 Comments
Get A Load Of This Gal Cam. Boy oh boy, have I overcome a major writing hurdle. As I’ve been working on various projects this a.m., I put on Sirius XM’s 40s on 4 channel- recently converted to all holiday music, all the time. Which I generally dig. But it wasn’t doing much for my creative process other than making me want to swirl brandy in front of a fire- and it’s about an hour too early for that. (Darn you, {Read More}
You think I’m kidding about the cranberries.
November 25, 2010 By 5 Comments
You play the piano beautifully, Pop. Thanksgiving has started off quite well. My Dad made his signature waffles- Nora had the better part of two- and there have been more a few people dancing along with the Macy’s Parade. No names…but Nora wasn’t the only one marching with the Spirit of America dancers. (Also- I’m pretty sure the guy/girl ratio on that team is 7 to 800. I bet those boys felt pretty awesome last night at their motel party.) {Read More}
Thank goodness she has something to play with, now.
November 22, 2010 By 1 Comment
This post is a tad late today, but I have an awesome excuse: I was playing with all of my childhood [ahem] toys in my parents’ attic. We’re talking Barbies and their clothing from the ’70s (I think they were hand-me-downs from my cousins, soda shoppes, multiple dollhouses and furniture, pieces that I made myself…and they were all wrapped in at least seven layers of paper towels. ‘Cause I was afraid all the plastic and felt blankies would break in all {Read More}
Anyone wanna play Clue?
November 18, 2010 By 3 Comments
I’ve been trying pretty hard to adhere to 10pm Bedtime Month- though it’s well into November. It’s been pretty tricky. For example: Did you know that most Evening Events start at 7pm? Sometimes 8? (Yeah, and some begin even later. They will not be delved into here, as I am no longer interested in your positively hooliganistic plans. If I can no longer place an order at The Taco Burrito King once your show/party/film has ended, then go ahead and {Read More}
I’ll sleep in March.
November 15, 2010 By 2 Comments
Oh, Monday. In my efforts to protect my laptop, phone, coffee and child from each other, I managed to dump the third over all four things. Five, including myself. The coffee was cold. She’s fine. Maybe I need to be child-proofed from myself. (What is that glorious aroma of hazelnut coming from my iPhone case? Smells like…a warranty crying.) So, yes. Monday. It was a busy and fabulous weekend across the board- and the country. Sadly, we missed my youngest nephew {Read More}
Yelling At Inanimate Objects (And Other Fun.)
November 11, 2010 By 22 Comments
This photo, originally in the January ’10 issue of Parenting magazine, nearly gave me a brain aneurysm when I first saw it. So, so many things. For starters:-She is eleven years old.-She is holding a doughnut and wincing at her weight on the scale.–She weighs 129lbs.-To get a full body shot like that, she must have a positively Louvre-like bathroom. Or the photographer is standing directly inside her full length mirror. Am I to feel any sort of connection with this image? Any {Read More}
<—Not Brave.
November 8, 2010 By 4 Comments
Nora is covered in band-aids. Five of them, to be exact. On her bruised, teensy tiny upper arms. I have one band-aid. But I care not for my own pain- for it is my penance. Oh, sure, Nora was thrilled to see the doctor and her nurse pals this a.m. What’s not to like? Cool artwork (for her, anyway- she’s not too discerning yet), tons of stuff to poke and touch, people telling her how big and strong and pretty she is… {Read More}
