Last night, our family went to Coldstone for FHE. If you are not familiar with Coldstone, it’s an awesome ice-cream place where you can have toppings mixed into the ice-cream. Good stuff. (more…)

I was gratified to read this about the arrest of Roman Polanski, child rapist. If you think it matters that he raped a child, this is a good read. And it might restore your faith in America and the prudes who live here.

*NOTE: This article details Polanski’s sexual assault on a 13 year old.

Penn and Teller.  Yay.

Stupid quickfire.  First Padma tells them to do an “angel and devil” theme with their own personal demons, and then tells them basically to do something with eating right and eating poorly.  I was looking forward to seeing what their own personal issues were, and I didn’t like how they were all boxed into (or boxed themselves, really) into “good for you/bad for you.”  Boring. (more…)

My alarm went off at 5:50 am. I turned it off, rolled over, and turned my face into the pillow. DH said, “Aren’t you going running?”

“No. I hate running. I don’t want to go”, I mumbled into my pillow.

“Yes you do. You’ll see all your friends, and get to watch the sunrise. It will be great.” And with that, he went back to sleep.

I had to pick up a friend (which is why I run with friends. If you have to pick somebody up, you have to get out of bed), so I dragged my sorry carcass to the bathroom, and, still, bleary eyed, started to get dressed. And as I caught sight of my puffy face that didn’t have the sleep rubbed out of it yet, I thought, “This isn’t me. I’m lazy.” (more…)

Me:  “Mrs. Mc., your son just threw up at school, will you please come get him?” 

DH:  Meetings in New York City with Actor’s Equity regarding contract negotiations.

Me:  “Mommy, my tummy hurts” – as three year old throws up in the car.

DH:   Still in NYC.

Me:  Two other children arrive home from school; oldest daughter says, “my stomach hurts” and hurls in the proximity of the bathroom, not quite making it to the toilet; now cleaning barf out of tile grout.

DH:  Still in NYC.

Me:  After 3 more rounds of vomit, daughter hurls in her room on her area rug.

DH:  Calls from a shopping spree on 5^th Avenue.

Me:  3yr old, after not throwing up for 4 hours, makes it to the bathroom in time do an impression of the Exorcist, but does manage to get it all in the toilet.

DH:  Calls before going to dinner and a Broadway show with college friends.

Me:  Second load of towels in the laundry.

DH:  Not sure I care!

A Long and Rambling Tale…

This morning, almost ten months after our ward split, I headed back to our old building to hear my friend’s son give his welcome-home talk. When Beanie heard I was going to the old church, his face lit up- for the first time this year. He raced to his room, frantic with excitement- and rushed back to me, asking my help in reaching his “best church shirt way up high”. Since January, church has been more of a nightmare than usual- and church with an autistic child is enough of a nightmare- trust me.

Over the years, during sacrament meeting, Beanie has broken my teeth loose, given me countless nosebleeds, and busted my lip numerous times- he doesn’t process noise (or touch) well, and when you combine chatter, organ music, singing and people too close, it’s a recipe for disaster. When he gets agitated, he head-butts- hence my face battering.

But don’t judge him too harshly- like so many autistic children, he’s also a wonderful, loving, sweet boy- you just have to know how to work with him, and have patience. Lots and lots of patience. (more…)

My husband called about an hour ago. He said those fateful words that every mother hates to hear.

“Honey, I’m going to be late.” (more…)

Ok then.  Sorry the iron killed your birdy, blood-filled, “Dior”-like creation, Johnny.  Of course, we didn’t see that happen, exactly, but editing always plays a part, right?

And so we get this.  Strange, isn’t it? Don’t all women like an arrow through their boobs while eyes stare out at the word?  Look at the expression on her face.  She knows she’s going home for this one.

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Okay, first of all, you know how I feel about camping, right?  I’m against it.  Here, this explains it well, and I have to say that I agree 100%.  Gah. (BTW, the post in the link is funny.  There may be comments or other posts that may be offensive or full of language, i don’t know, I didn’t peruse the whole site.)

I just kept thinking about how bad all those people must have smelled after 2 days in that heat and no showers.  Mmmmmm….

And coolers????  They kept their stuff in COOLERS??  Come on, producers - it’s a wonder that all of it didn’t go supremely bad, and judges table didn’t become a testament to the evils of food poisoning, with Padma, Tom and Gail running to the bathroom every 5 minutes. (more…)

Great minds talk about ideas. Come tell me what kind of mind you have over at Segullah.

Yesterday, for the first time in 9 years, I was someone’s employee.

At the beginning of the summer, I wrote about my love of libraries here. Now, two months later, my dream of shelving books has come true!  I started my 1st job (part time) in nearly 9 years, shelving books at my local library branch. This branch library has become like a member of the family. My kids know every shelf and every librarian. (more…)

Frankly, it was a little dull.  I want a Gristedes challenge, and I want one now.  But hey, whatever.  I mean, what am I going to do  - not watch?  Not likely. (more…)

And let’s begin!  The quickfire - they showed the entrance to Daniel Bouloud’s restaurant so many times, I was getting dizzy.  However, all was forgiven with the three words: Candied Bacon Jam.  Bacon Jam!!!  I’m still amazed. (more…)

For the first time in a long time, I am exercising regularly. It’s a great feeling, and I’m excited about it. I finally feel like I back in tune with my body.

But my fridge is empty. (more…)

Last night, I deactivated my Facebook account.

No more status updates.

No more friend requests.

No more groups to join.

No more Bejeweled Blitz (is that what it’s called?  I never played it…but I know a lot that do).

No more friends you want to unfriend, but feel guilty about doing so.

After 2 years and 281 friends, I decided I was in TMI overload.

I have grown weary of reading about my high school friend, who I haven’t seen in 20+ years, taking his dog to the vet.  Weary of the tit for tat between two girlfriends, that should be fodder for a fifth grade classroom note that they pass between themselves.  Weary of “liking” someone’s status, only to become part of a comment diatribe, which you really didn’t want to be a part of.  And finally, weary of the wrath of the cupcakery lady when I diss’d on her Facebook group site about her horrible customer service.  I know there are ways to “block “and “hide“ people and limit emails, but I was DONE!

When I posted on my status, “I’m closing my facebook account,” I was flattered by all those that said, “Please don’t go – we will miss you!”  But those are friends that really care about me and know where to find me.  I haven’t died.  I’m still blogging, I’m still reading, I still have a home address.  And more importantly, I still have a phone. 

Read this, and it will change your mind.

All this brewhaha over President Obama speaking to our children had someone saying to me “Hey, we had to watch ‘Cipher in the Snow’ when we were kids, and we turned out OK, so what’s the big deal?” 

And memories came flooding back.  Of a young teenager stepping off the bus and then - pause for dramatic effect -  ”CIPHER IN THE SNOW!”  (more…)

Little Sister is obsessed with her swim suit. (more…)

I hear it all the time, but lately, it’s like there is shouting all around me. Women I know who are giants of loveliness are astonishingly ignorant of their own worth. (more…)

Quite possibly, the worst episode of Project Runway I have ever seen.  Oh, the ugliness! (more…)