Continuation of a Theme
IzzyMom had a really great post lately about Bratz dolls and projecting sexuality onto young girls. She said it all and I totally agree, so I won't go into it here. But go read her thoughts.However, coincidentally, a friend on a mommy message board just…
You gotta do the work!
I know I am lucky. My husband rocks. He is hilarious, thoughtful, smart and kind.You should see my mom when we walk in the door. If she could get away with actually pushing me to the ground in her haste to get to Bryan, she…
Two Notes on the Current Playlist
1. A post at Rude Cactus recently reminded me how much I love Pearl Jam. God, I l-o-v-e love old Pearl Jam. Before they turned into Neil Young. (See my Not If You Paid Me List for more information). Thank God they grew their rock…
"It’s here! It’s here!"
That's what Bryan said to me, in the voice of a little gurl (see my post about his vocal affliction) when the package came last night. The package from IzzyMom containing his shiny new coffee mug (I don't drink coffee). The shiny new coffee mug…
And I say this with mucho love.
Bryan's family has German origins. However, growing up, they were the quintessential American family. Hot dogs and apple pie. Completely homogeneous. In fact, the first time he ever had a taco, he was 18 years old.And yes, he did take Spanish classes (like we all…
Becoming Type A-
I have always been The Planner. The Thinker. The Worrier. The Organizer. The Scheduler.But ever since taking my meds for the night terrors (which have been non-existent since January, thank-you-very-much), things have been slipping. In mostly a good way.It is SUCH a frickin' relief to…