My father wrote a poem for me about my detox, which he sent to me via text, natch. He was especially proud of the tofu line.
No coffee, no tea
And no meat I see.
No beer, no gin
Where de fun begin?
No milk, no cream?
Of gigantic feasts
You’ll dream.
No wheat, no rye
No tarts, no pie.
Corn’s taboo.
Tofu too?
All that juice,
Pot a soup?
Sounds like
Really healthy goop.
But glad to hear you’re
Fit and well,
Robust, eager,
Feeling swell.
Keep me posted,
Let me know.
How this Spartan
Eating go.
And here’s mine:
My Dad’s RAD.
Here’s a good read on all of our apparent “leisure time.” Do you feel like you have 30 hours of leisure time per week? I don’t. But then again, the dude who does the time studies would probably consider blogging leisure time. Semantics.
Jenny read this great piece over on salon and thought you readers might like it, too.
What did you do when your last child went off to kindergarten?
Seriously. Why does this stupid video make me laugh so hard?
This is a good article about how some mom bloggers are losing cred with their readers. “Readers have complained they can no longer trust their favorite blogger’s advice. Veteran women bloggers grumble that newcomers sully the genre’s reputation by demanding free products and trips. Newsweek.com published an article last month headlined, “Trusted Mom or Sellout?”
“There has been a turn of goodwill [against mommy bloggers],” said Liz Gumbinner, the publisher and editor-in-chief of Cool Mom Picks. “A year ago, bloggers were rising stars. Six months later, really big marketers like Wal-Mart got into the game and started backing bloggers.”
Thoughts? Jenny and I are firm believers in being transparent and up front with you. We promise. It’s how we roll.
So who watched the finale last night? More importantly, who loved the volcano segment after the lights turned off. Nice editors, nice. Made Jenny and I laugh a LOT.
So. Ed.
I can’t say I’m surprised, but I have to say my heart broke a little for Kiptyn. I’ll be watching the After the Rose for SURE tonight and then I’ll have a little cry that it’s over and that my life has come to this.
In the kid world. Oh. My. Gawd. Four year olds can be total jerks, can’t they? Wow.
Wow.
Who watched the Tell All? One word: MANCODE
Who will Jillian pick? Obviously, she won’t pick ANYone on Monday. They’ll make us wait until Tuesday for the unveiling.
Do you think she wanted more time to date them?
My bet is on Ed.
Was it just me or did it seem like Ed’s parents just looked at the whole trip to Maui as one big boondoggle? They looked like they were going to crack up the whole time.
I’m a big Ed fan, but Ed? Purple tank and green shorty shorts? Hunh.
Do you find Martha’s tweet about her grass offensive? I think it’s funny. So standard operating Martha!
My hub sent me this article about blogs falling in an empty forest, and I have to admit, it’s how I’ve been feeling of late. It’s such a strange concept - blogging. I’m just sitting here talking to myself, never knowing if anything I type even makes sense or is well-received. I’m seeking out inspiration to write, but it’s been elusive of late. Especially when I’m looking in places like the bottom of a talking Barbie blender.
Baby G is sick with the most copious amounts of bleccch raining out of his nasal passages. Makes for long nights. But more importantly, it is making me late for American Idol! I haven’t even started watching it yet and it’s 9:37 p.m. His mountain of mucous keeps waking him up, repeatedly pushing back my (admittedly pathetic) evening plans. It’s Roger’s turn to hold him for a while, and in the meantime, I can’t even kill time on facebook because I’m sure alllll of my friends are going to be talking about it over there.
I’d review the Bachelorette but we haven’t even watched that yet. Yes, we. Roger is more addicted to the franchise than me, aren’t you hub? I do hear that Kiptyn has nice abs. I think we all deserve to look at some washboard abs once in a while, don’t you?
Who’s watching? Who’s your pick?
Oooh boy, my boy has started to crawl! Time to batten down the hatches!
Oh I’ve been in the weeds of late. I think I’d be a much better parent/person/member of the planet if I got some sleep. I don’t think I’ve slept through the night in four years. Lately Baby G has been practicing rolling/creeping in between each sleep transition at night. He stirs in his sleep, decides it’s a GREAT idea to roll over, then lays there on his stomach propped up like a frightened seal, bawling his little head off. If I roll him back over he just sobs as he does it again. Then he screams til we pick him up. Repeat. Alllll night long. So tired. I’m so sleeping on the futon on the floor with him tonight. Something’s gotta give and in this case, it’s mama that has to give or she’s going to crack. Crack I say!
I won’t even get into how he won’t eat anything unless it’s a Cheerio, which he promptly gags on and spits up.
Babies are nuts. Good thing they’re cute.
My rocking sister and brother-in-law have been helping me paint the living room, which apparently is no small undertaking. I’ll be back soon with new reviews! I’m using the “buttercream” color from Restoration Hardware. It’s such a lovely color. I wanted to use a no-VOC paint though, so I just had it color-matched and it looks swell.
What are you doing for spring cleaning? Anything more fun than painting? I’d be happy to get distracted and do something else for a while…
Wow. Yesterday was So Great!
I took Sy and Baby G to Sy’s dentist appointment. No big deal, right? We brush some teeth, wear some cool sunglasses while they shine the light, get a prize, go home. Not.
I’ll spare you the details, but leave you with this: THEY CLEARED THE ROOM OF OTHER PATIENTS because she was screaming so loudly. If she didn’t do this at every single solitary doctor’s appointment, I would have been horrified. But I’m proud to say I didn’t even break a sweat, even though this was definitely the first time we cleared a room. I’m not saying the behavior doesn’t drive me to drink once in a while, because it does. And the corker? The cork on the wine bottle broke last night.
Don’t worry. I won the cork battle. The dentist battle, not so much.
