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.
Do not try to pollenate me. Continue reading
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
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
Do Epic Shit.
Not a bad motto. Iâ€™d even venture to say all of us have experienced a burst of energy dedicated to doing just that at some point in time. A Twitter conversation later clarified that the motto should actually be, â€œDo Epic Shit. With More Coffee.â€
Obviously. Continue reading
Todayâ€™s winecones lack their usual hijinks and hilarity. Because some things are never ok. And sometimes itâ€™s the silent ones who have the loudest voices.
Northern California had a very tragic weekend as far as domestic violence is concerned. Four people lost their lives â€“ separate murder/suicides â€“ and two toddlers were found wandering around, confused but still unaware of how their little lives have now been forever scarred by violence. Continue reading
Itâ€™s Holy Week. Or, if you donâ€™t subscribe to that particular theme of afterlife happenings, itâ€™s just about time for CHOCOLATE BUNNIES!
Just about a decade ago (good grief did time go by quickly), my grandmother and I decided to tackle Lent together. We gave up chocolate. The night before Easter, I stayed up until midnight â€“ watching the seconds tick by until the moment I could maim my milk chocolate rabbit and devour his ears.
Iâ€™m looking forward to those ears. Thatâ€™s right â€“ Iâ€™m staring you down golden-foiled Seeâ€™s bunny. Continue reading
Because it takes the Earth a little longer than a year to travel around the sun (365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds, to be exact) an extra day was added to the calendar to make up for lost time. (Ha. Ha. Get it?)
“I mark the hours every one nor have I yet outrun the sun. My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.”
Me? Iâ€™m ready for March. Continue reading
Are you readingÂ A Nervous Tic Motion Yet? You should be. I write a weekly column there â€“Â Wineconed Wednesdays. You know you want to throw some. And I would really love for you to join in!
Ash Wednesday. Also known as that day when you do a double take at all the people wandering around and refrain from gesturing at your forehead and saying, â€œHey, um, you got smudgey stuff.â€ Continue reading