Musings
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Yay, More Cake!
For my birthday party, you saw the big beautiful white cake, below, which was SO yummy, and I wish they had cut thicker slices for everyone….but for my ACTUAL birthday, Cherry baked me this BEAUTIFUL and oh so yummy Princess Cake. 🙂 Cherry, you ROCK! So we ate cake, drank champagne, and watched some Sex and the City. Now THAT’s a good birthday.
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Who Knew Santa likes to Dive, and Festivus is sort of real?
Have a Merry Christmas Everyone! Also, Happy Hannukah, Happy Festivus, Happy Solstice, Happy New Year, Happy Happy!
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War on Christmas?
This whole “War on Christmas” thing has gotten a lot of stupid press this year…and it’s just lame. I’ll put in my two cents, and then we can all forget it, OK? Please? Who in hell REALLY thinks that Christmas is in danger in this country? The religious holiday may be in danger of being overrun by rabid secular (and religious, to be fair) shoppers, but how does wishing someone “Happy Holidays” threaten anyone? Seriously, have you been overwhelmed by Pagan Winter Solstice songs on the radio? Hannukah specials on TV? Or is it Christmas Christmas Christmas everywhere you look, with Santa and lights and trees and wreaths, candy and…
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Happy Anniversary!
So 18 years ago tonight, Ted and I went on our first official “date”. We had pizza once before, but we never counted that as a date, because it was just an after school thing and we didn’t really hit it off too much…. Anyway, 18 years ago, Ted came to my house on Fulton Street in SF, and we went to a party at his friend’s house….I don’t know who the friend was, or if I actually ever met him/her, because another friend, whom we’ll call….Tim….because his name was Tim, came out and told us the party was pretty much over and we should go get a drink. So…
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My American Dilemma….
So Maya has decided that this doll looks like her. She wants her. She is hoping to get her for Christmas. So here’s the dilemma: 1. Doll is $87, plus tax and shipping. 2. She already has 3 American Girl dolls. One of the dolls that she already has is supposed to look like her, too, but this one is NEW, and Maya thinks she looks MORE like her than the other one. She got the first one (named Abby) from a very good friend of mine who lives near NYC, and was overcome by the fun of going to American Girl Place and shopping while she was there. The…
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Interesting? Probably not.
So I tried this blogging thing a couple of years ago, for one day, then forgot that I had ever done it. I made one post. It was August of 2002. Couldn’t think of anything else to say until now. Now all of my friends are blogging, and like the lemming I am, I had to jump on the bandwagon. Anyway, here’s the text of my first post, from when I first heard about blogging, in 2002: I’m mostly thinking about the day camp where my daughter goes right now…they make me mad, because they give the kids crap to eat all day. I mean, Popsicles and pop tarts and…
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Singing to my baby
It’s a rainy, blustery day today, which for some reason puts me in the mood for mellow, quietish music. So I was walking the dog this morning, listening to Simon and Garfunkel on my iPod (yay!), and this song came on, “For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her”. That’s one of the songs I used to sing to Maya when she was a baby. That and “Kathy’s Song”. She used to sing along with me, in her sweet little toddler voice, well before she knew what the words meant. Then I would tuck her into her crib. I kind of miss those days sometimes. Such sweet memories. I wonder if…
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Thanksgiving
I think that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday now…interesting because I used to hate it. When I was a teen, Thanksgiving meant going to my grandparents’ house. My grandfather would criticize everyone, scold, and generally be mean. My grandmother believes that anything you cook should come from a box or a can, so the only things that were fresh and homemade were the turkey and the fruit salad. My grandma makes a mean fruit salad, and mostly that’s what I lived off of. Her turkey was SO dry, your teeth would stick together trying to chew it. The bones of the turkey would fall apart. I kid you not. The…