friends
My Monday was so very many things... You see because of my valiant Treasurelicious pimping efforts I was taken out to lunch by one of the founders of tlish who will remain nameless because she is a better person than I am and doesn't want to give all
k
K: mama!? CK: Shhhh... It's past your bedtime... No talking. K: but mama... I have to ask you something... It's reeeealy important! CK: sigh well make it quick... K: if you have mucus and you don't use purell do you die!!? Cause Mary says
gross
I never thought I would have such a problem with a wiggly something. Something as innocuous as a little back and forth motion. It's driving me mad. Today I must wonder if I'm cut out for this parenting biz after all... You see K has a
city
Despite all of the things I love about living in the city there are still some drawbacks... No, strike that... Despite all the things I love about living in 2008 there are still some drawbacks. Like what you ask? When I was a little kid, say 6 years old, if
family
I admit it... I'm a worrier... when it comes to my people if things aren't going smoothly I tend to get a little concerned. That's an understatement. A really big understatement. I don't fly off the handle and force them into the
babble
As I walk the aisles of the grocery store it remains hidden beneath a pile of fresh produce. Mushrooms, onions, oranges, lettuce, broccoli... they all lay atop it. They mask it's presence with their beautiful colors... I push on. Finding cheeses, whole grain breads, yogurt, healthy snacks... At
k
I'd like to be really serious for a moment... and I probably should be given what I'm about to show you but I'm having a bit of a hard time not giggling at K's similarity to me... K made a dark piece
k
For the past several days my little ray of sunshine and rainbows (and fantastic dance numbers) has been having a hard time. At first I thought it was just because she was being bratty... I decided that may be a terribly harsh assessment of an otherwise lovely child. Then I
bloggers
Growing up I was never told I couldn't do something because I was a girl. There were no sex based double standards that I could detect in my home. My brother wasn't allowed to date at the age of 13 and lauded for sexual prowess and
bloggers
The first thing I do in the morning, on any given morning, ordinarily, is turn on my iPhone and read a couple of blog posts. Why? Perhaps that fact that I don't drink coffee is as good a reason as any, I don't know. It'
bloggers
Every morning during the week I wake up at 6:30 AM. It's painful, the noise of my little bobbing alarm clock. It tugs at the tail of my dreams as though it were a kitten unraveling a knitted blanket. It jabs and pokes and then just starts
babble
I should have thought this all through better... there is too much to do and not enough time... there certainly isn't enough time for a proper post. even as I sit here and type this I am stretching my neck to peek into the bathroom to menace my