Like a good colleague, I went to grab lunch with my coworkers today. (Ok, I really just needed a short of caffeine. Also I was promised cookies.)
After a particularly animated conversation, I dropped my arms to my sides. And experienced a searing shooting pain up my arm. I flailed and jumped â€“ immediately noticing an angry yellow jacket fleeing the scene of the crime.
Bastard stung me! Clearly I am a superhero. (Those buggers are known to be multi-sting stingers.) Only an itchy angry red dot remains of my wound. The wasp was swatted.
A year ago I saw the flood of tweets on the BlogHer conference and thought it sounded fabulous. I donâ€™t â€œknowâ€ (in the face-to-face sense anyway) a single soul going. And itâ€™s happening in Manhattan.
I decided to take the plunge and sign up for something that could be so totally smackaroo-able or just a week of wineconing in the making. Continue reading →
Twelve years ago I ventured forth to England to study abroad at Durham University. I landed at Heathrow Airport only to discover my luggage was missing. As I skulked toward the student bus with a teacher trying to get me to see the positive because SHOPPING (and I tried to explain a student budget with personal space issues including not wanting to borrow anotherâ€™s undies), my name boomed across the PA.
Fear not. I didnâ€™t forget this week. But I was preoccupied with the furniture.
Iâ€™m doing this writer thing now. So I decided it was time for a new office setup. A nice cozy writers enclave to craft my well told stories (and throw winecones). Pottery Barn desk Iâ€™ve coveted for 10 years â€“ thou art mine!
Except, well, I didnâ€™t measure the dimensions correctly. So while I got everything all set up (and it TOTALLY looks adorable), it didnâ€™t really go together with the ease I had imagined, which then led to having to redo the husbandâ€™s section of the office. Continue reading →
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
Thatâ€™s what little boys are made of!
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Thatâ€™s what little girls are made of!
You know the stereotypes.
Boys â€“ vocal and violent â€“ the feared fifth-grader beating up the first-grader for his lunch money.
Girls â€“ quiet and subversive â€“ a best friend suddenly turning on another, sabotaging friendships with silent but knowing looks. Continue reading →
I went to pick up my little dudes from daycare today. It was an experience â€“ to say the least.
I walked toward the play yard. A little blond girl yelled across the walkway, â€œLook Mommy! My Destroyâ€™s mommy!â€ I reached the sandbox. A little blond girl threw her arms around Destroy before rushing her mom with another bear hug. I told the boys to say goodbye to their friends. Destroy pretty much copped a feel as he hugged his girlfriend goodbye. Continue reading →
Well if this wasnâ€™t the easiest edition to come up with. Itâ€™s the Fourth of July! Hang up your flag, fire up the grill and have a chill holiday celebrating the birth of our nation.
In true patriotic style, todayâ€™s winecones are thrown in true classic American style. Baseball, PB&J sandwiches, apple pie, red, white and blue Jello (with whipped cream) and hours spent in the pool to ward off 100-degree heat. (What â€“ isnâ€™t that how you do it?)
My parents also have an outdoor grill and firepit in their back yard. You may think this is a recipe for a tradition beer and burgers bash. But no. My family is different. Case in point: Continue reading →
Has anyone ever looked at you and said, â€œJust smile. If you smile, youâ€™ll be happy. You canâ€™t be sad with a smile.â€ This, of course, is bullshit. However, itâ€™s always fun to find something that will genuinely make you smile.