We have had a wonderful Christmas.

Remarkably low key, which usually makes me feel lonely, this Christmas felt like just the right pace. On Christmas Eve, my children went to bed early, and at 9:15, when I had two sleeping kids, a pile of wrapped presents, a mug of hot chocolate and a handsome snuggle buddy to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” with me, I sighed a deep sigh of perfect contentment.

This week, we’ve been sleeping in ridiculously late, enjoying the fact that we really have no place to go. We’ve had some colds and coughs that have slowed us down even more (my husband actually slept until 2pm yesterday, with a low grade fever, and stayed in his pajamas until 4pm. At that point, you are way past the point of needing to get out of your pajamas and well into the zone of just getting in pjs early, but he did change his clothes for 5 hours left in his day, just on principle.). Slower=nice.

I’m not ready for January. Because January is not slow. (more…)

Let me say that I’m not a “Christmas Box” kinda fan. I’ll admit I haven’t read it, but something about these type of little books seems kitchy and annoying. Add to that Glenn Beck’s book, “The Christmas Sweater”, which has a tagline like, “Scarred deeply by the fateful events that transpired that day, Eddie begins a dark and painful journey toward manhood”, and the whole thing becomes gimmicky enough to make me want to vomit.

So when I received Jacob T. Marley for review, and saw that it was one of these miniature stocking stuffer books, my heart sank and I thought, I’m going to hate this. (more…)

Did someone say breasts?  I came here to seek breastal advice (shush, it’s a word now!) and lo there was already a breastal post up.  Two in one week!  Huzzah! (though it may make MMW seem “edgy” for a moment- yikes) I do love a good post about breasts.  Anyway, Heather’s post about the aesthetics, impact and allure of, and our relationships with our ladies is a perfect segue to my current quandary regarding their function.  But as I have shared previously, I cannot relate to the IBTC at all.  Period.  I digress.

A-hem. (more…)

I have small breasts. I spent my adolescence waiting, waiting, waiting to fill out like my friends, but when I went to college still in an A cup, I had to face that reality that nothing else was going to happen. I was there.

Modesty was never really an issue for me, because having small breasts was embarrassing, and I certainly didn’t want to call attention to the fact that I had no cleavage. So I never bought low cut tops, because really, what was the point? I also wasn’t exactly curvy in other places, and even skinny jeans aren’t particularly sexy if you are shaped like a 14 year old boy. (more…)

While I was at Boston University, the MIT and BU FHE groups got together. (Wow, that’s a lot of acronyms in one sentence. Sorry.) The activity was to make gingerbread houses out of graham crackers, then decorate them. Simple, easy, sounds like fun, yes?

In theory, sure. In practice, um, not so much. (more…)