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Because I don’t know Tech Stuff…
I have this great friend, Janet, who lives in New York. Yes, she’s hot, but that’s irrelevant. Esp since I’m both married and straight. Anyway, my point is, does anyone know if I can text message to her phone from my computer? Because, we could totally talk a lot more that way…and I miss her. And I know, I’m lame. I own no cell phone, because I hate them. Advice? Help? Anyone? Bueller?
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The Blog Post Where I Gross Out ALL of My Readers…
Warning…there will be poop talk. Nothing graphic, but poop nonetheless. (I usually put a graphic in my posts, but I googled ‘poop’, ‘constipation’, and ‘gross’, and came up with some stuff that you do NOT want to see. You’re welcome.) When you have an infant, or a toddler, a lot of your conversations and thoughts can revolve around the bodily functions…did she eat? Did she poop? She pooped? Yay! Of course, if she pooped on someone else’s watch, all the better, because then YOU DON’T HAVE TO CLEAN IT UP. Well, when Maya was 2 1/2, and had started pre-school, she had a teacher named Rekha, who was wonderful and…
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A Good Problem to Have
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! A couple of years ago, I was lamenting the cost of greeting cards, and that I end up paying out too much money around Mother’s Day. You see, I don’t only buy them for my mom, but for all of the “mother figures” in life, so they kind of add up. Then I stopped in my tracks, because I realized…this is not a bad problem to have. I have so many women in my life that I want to acknowledge as mother-figures, it ends up costing me some money (And I’ve tried a box of cards to save money, so I know, it doesn’t HAVE to be…
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As Promised…
Here are some pictures of Maya and the ducklings. We live too far from her school to walk the whole way, but we park at a library about a mile from the school and walk. We bring the dog, so she gets her exercise in as well. One stretch of the walk is on a bike trail, and there is a little canal running through it. There are often ducks in the canal, and we’ve been waiting for ducklings since September. Well, we saw them a few weeks ago, but only this week did we remember to bring some bread to feed them. And today I actually remembered the camera.…
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Nothing to See Here, Folks…Move Along….
Friday morning, did some work on a company newsletter already, getting ready to wake Maya up for school. I have nothing for you, my friends, though I’m hoping for some cute pics of Maya feeding ducklings on the way to school today…we’ll see if it happens. Oh, I have a friend who JUST started a blog a few days ago. He wants to be a writer, maybe, and is thinking this is a good way to write a bit every day. So far, he writes about important issues like Napping. Since I’m big on the napping thing, I thought I’d give him a shout out. Go Ramzi! Ted is thinking…
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Is it a Thursday 13? Or a HNT? You be the judge.
Guess what? It’s 87 degrees here (or was last night at 6:00), and our pool is finally open! I knew there had to be a benefit to this condo livin’! So, in honor of the pool being open, and how happy that makes us all, I’ll do two posts in one day…I could play it safe and save the movie post until Friday, but I’m throwing caution to the wind! Here is my Thursday 13…13 things I’m liking right now… 1. That the pool is open! YIPPPEEE! 2. That I got a pedicure, and you get to see it. (That’s my HNT, if you hadn’t guessed) Try not to be…
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The Good Girl
Did anyone see The Good Girl back in 2002? I did, and I really liked it. Didn’t have a blog then, so I’m writing about it now. 🙂 Ted was laid up the other night with food poisoning, which he suspects came from a veggie bagel at a deli with questionable cleanliness policies, so he went to bed really early. Like 7ish. Maya went to bed soon after, which pretty much left me to my own devices, which around here mean Rye Krisp, Tillamook Chedder, Chardonnay, and the Remote Control. I flipped around the channels awhile, but seeing as how I can’t stand Star Search American Idol, I ended up…
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The “F” Word….
Warning…this post contains SWEARING I lived in Fairbanks, Alaska, from the age of 4 until I was 9. It was the early 70’s, and it was much more a frontier society than we have down in the lower 48. I haven’t been back since, so I can’t speak to the modern sensibilities, but I digress. In Fairbanks, at that time, everyone swore. I mean, EVERYONE. At one point, we lived next door to a church, and it wasn’t unusual to hear people come out and say, “Jesus Christ, it’s 45 Mother-Fucking Degrees Below Zero out here!” Needless to say, my brother and I grew up with what is politely known…
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What’s Wrong with America?
If we were to take a poll today, my 4 loyal readers, and ask people, “What is the greatest challenge facing the United States today?”, what do you think the answer would be? Would it be terrorism? The war in Iraq? The ignored war in Afghanistan? The ‘homosexual agenda’? Godlessness? Racism so deeply ingrained, we may never be free from its ugly grasp? Maybe infrastructure, or how Americans are working harder than ever and losing ground in so many areas? I’m gonna go out on a limb here, and say, Poverty. Poverty is the root of SO many problems in our country, that if we, the richest country in the…
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What Kind of Mom Am I?
I read on Cape Buffalo about an idea for a Mother’s Day Collaboration, and I thought, I guess I could chip in on that. I don’t want to write about my mom, because I just did on her birthday, and I’ve got another post in mind for Mother’s Day itself, so for here and now, I’ll write about my goals as a mother…the kind of mom I would like to be. I want to be the kind of mom who supports her child no matter what. I want Maya to never doubt for a second that I believe in her, that I love her unconditionally, and that she will always…
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Commute Time
I had lunch last week with a friend who is looking for work. We were discussing two different jobs she is considering…one is close, the next town from where she lives, maybe 15 minutes by car. The other is in San Francisco, which with traffic, is not close. Can be as little as 45 minutes, but with traffic and rush hour and the tunnel and bridge, it’s usually MUCH longer. The problem is that the job in San Francisco is the job that she would LOVE. LOVE. It’s just exactly what she wants to do, and not a lot of companies are out there hiring for it. The closer job…
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Friday Night…
Maya was supposed to go camping with her girl scout troop this weekend, leaving Friday and returning on Sunday. They were going to hike and ride horses and cook their own food, sleep in tents in a regional park, that kind of thing. She was looking forward to it. Sort of. Eventually, she decided she didn’t want to go. I know several of the other girls were also somewhat apprehensive. So she bailed, and is staying home this weekend. Which is perfectly fine and wonderful, except we had taken the opportunity to plan a grown-up dinner in San Francisco, sort of a celebration of Ted’s birthday, sort of a date.…
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Violence Begins at Home…
I was walking the dog yesterday, listening to my beloved iPod, and this week’s (last week’s, really) This American Life is about crime, and the allure of it. There are several segments in each episode of TAL. The first was Julia Sweeney (Pat, from Saturday Night Live), talking about how she fleeced an old employer for 10K – 15K way back in her youth. Interesting. Perhaps even cute, because, you know, she’s Pat. Maybe we should all write about the crimes WE’VE committed, and that might be pretty interesting…make sure the statute of limitations is past, however. Anyway, the second segment was about a bank robber, Joe Loya, who enjoyed…
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Anyone Read Echidne?
Do any of my loyal 8 readers ever pop over to read Echidne of the Snakes, one of the blogs on my blogroll? She’s a minor greek goddess, a feminist, and somewhat political (OK, very, but I like that about her). I really liked her post today. Check it out. Really good thinking, really good writing.
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The First Thing We Do, Let’s Kill All The…
I was mixing some ground lamb, turkey sausage, and turkey thigh meat into a mix with Parmesan cheese and herbs to make meatballs for Ted’s birthday party dinner (spaghetti and meatballs, of course), drinking a glass of wine, listening to some music, and my mind drifted to Mad Cow disease…and I started thinking about that…about how my mother-in-law doesn’t want any of us to eat beef anymore because of it, etc. Well, the safest answer to mad cow disease is of course to not eat beef, but that’s not so likely, since I kind of think of it as the same as trying to keep people from having sex (abstinence…