#BlogHer12 was trending nationally on Twitter and it may have seemed like the entire Internet was at the world’s largest blogging conference. So who were all of these women who were able to drop everything and fly across the country (after finding time to pack) for a BLOGGING conference? (I mean, come on – it’s blogging.)
5,000 women descended upon the New York Hilton for the grand carnival of discussing the craft of spewing ones thoughts into the digital ether. Continue reading
I like to think of myself somewhat as a humor blogger. You know – the highlights of the headaches and hilarity involved in raising tiny twins.
This got me thinking.
Many of my featured pieces are decidedly less than humorous. Continue reading
I promised you a sneak peek before the year was out. So as you prepare to bid adieu to another year, take a brief look back. I’m really hoping you’ll want to come along with me on this wild ride they call parenthood – complete with two tiny twins: Search and Destroy.
Does this make you want to read more?
Kisses and winecones – I’ll see you on the flip side. Continue reading
My dad does not believe that tiny people can comprehend a concept until after they’ve experienced it in real life. I believe nothing could be further from the truth.
As we read Eric Carle’s “Brown Bear Brown Bear,” GrampaStavo tossed the book aside with disdain. “Oh come on,” he lamented. “I understand the white dog and black kitten, but it’s not like they know what the rest of these are yet.”
So if anyone out there knows a blue horse we can introduce the muppets too… Continue reading
Statler: I always dreamed we’d be back here.
Waldorf: Dreams? Those were nightmares!
Come on, you had to know this post was coming.
The Muppets have been back in town three days. I looked for a Tuesday night Northern California midnight showing; I was unsuccessful. I tried to coerce colleagues, family and friends to play hooky on Wednesday and take in a movie with me. They all said no. Continue reading
The washing machine cried uncle tonight. It vibrated, rattled and then tried to escape before finally collapsing in a standstill – a neon green “LOAD” message blinking along the LCD panel.
Every day is a mire of laundry to do. Gather, wash, fold, repeat. Is this a sign that life is full so the laundry can wait or a sign that life is full – and laundry is the reflection.
I. Hate. Laundry.
So it is the inspiration behind tonight’s bedtime story. Continue reading
As a matter of routine, the muppets and I ventured forth to Target last night. We had a list of items we needed on our errands. We meandered down the office aisles to pick up some CDs so we can share the latest brilliant Keary Dee captured images of our family with the muppets’ adoring masses.
I looked down and saw a Mickey Mouse themed hardcover notebook calling to me from the impulse buy aisle end. Continue reading
Oliver the Kangaroo wasn’t as adventurous as his twin brother. He preferred to stay close to his mother and cuddle up. She was safe and comfortable.
Like all Kangaroos, Ethan and Oliver were born extremely premature. Ethan had helped Oliver climb into their mommy’s warm fuzzy pouch and they’d spent the next nine months planning their future adventures together.
But now that they were big kangaroo boys, finally able to be out of their mothers pouch on their own, Ethan thought Oliver wasn’t any fun.
One day, Oliver and Ethan were playing in their favorite woodland clearing. Ethan was building a fort out of sticks and branches. Oliver was quietly examining various leaves. Ethan reached over and grabbed the leaf out of Oliver’s hand.
Oliver began to cry. Ethan tried to give him one of his branches instead, but Oliver was sad. He didn’t want to build a fort.
Ethan walked away. He didn’t want to play with no-fun Oliver anyway.
Oliver didn’t mind. He went back to looking at his leaves and trying new flavors of grass.
Their kanga-mommy followed Ethan. She told him it was not nice to take things from his brother. They were twins and they could share. Ethan didn’t want to share boring leaves; he wanted to go on a fun adventure.
Suddenly Oliver realized his mom was far away. He ran after her – going faster and faster, until he found himself leaping through the air.
Oliver was breathless when he found his mother and brother. He immediately told Ethan he had found the perfect adventure for them. And it would be so much fun!
Ethan was intrigued. What kind of fun could Oliver have found? Oliver grinned.