Get A Load Of This Gal Cam. Boy oh boy, have I overcome a major writing hurdle. As I’ve been working on various projects this a.m., I put on Sirius XM’s 40s on 4 channel- recently converted to all holiday music, all the time. Which I generally dig. But it wasn’t doing much for my creative process other than making me want to swirl brandy in front of a fire- and it’s about an hour too early for that. (Darn you, {Read More}
Odd Hygiene and Noisy Celebrations.
September 16, 2010 By 2 Comments
I’ve been noticing a marked difference in my Nanny With Nora versus Nora At Home routines. There are just certain things that I can do In House that wouldn’t fly whilst on the clock. For instance, I attempted to shower while Nora played on the bathroom floor with squeezie toys and bath books- in my own bathroom. (General rule of thumb: Keep your clothes on/don’t bathe in the workplace. This is just something I’ve always tried to live by.) Believe {Read More}
Keely Says Awkward Things On The Food Network…
September 13, 2010 By 6 Comments
…And Other Weekendy Things. Compared to last weekend’s glorious hibernation, I’m pretty sure this weekend has led Nora to believe that her car seat is her new nursery. (It is very nice.) Saturday: P.J. had an audition. (Good little trick for all you actor pals out there- disregard all audition notices for one calendar year. Have a big ol’ life event. Despair a little bit about your career. One year to the day later- you’ll be batting auditions away with a {Read More}
Don’t trust that smile.
August 5, 2010 By 5 Comments
Nora and I just returned from her nine month checkup and I’m happy to report that she is indeed growing. And moving. And hitting milestones- in fact, she’s knocking ’em over like a sprinter catching his track shoes on a series of hurdles. Which, you know, isn’t usually a positive metaphor, but one that kept popping into my head. Kick, thwack, karate chop. Milestones. She’s still in the 10-25th percentile for height and head size (yay, consistent brains!) and solidly {Read More}
Day three of kiddo fever= rage about The Issues.
July 8, 2010 By 5 Comments
Oh my goodness. Now, I’m not usually one for “current” media. I read the Sunday paper, of course- the trifecta of the Sunday Mag, Parade and “the funners.” Always. I try to keep up with environmental, health and local political stuff. But no, I’m not a rabid news follower. (Then again, I kinda don’t have to be. I’m married to a guy who has The Huffington Post tattooed onto his corneas. He likes to tell me The Issues right before {Read More}
Rock n’ roll lifestyle, indeed.
June 21, 2010 By 4 Comments
What a wonky start to the day. It’s Monday, it’s boiling hot, it’s swamptacular…and it’s- quite unexpectedly- my day off. Mr. C has a raging fever (feel better, li’l man) and- even worse- it was supposed to be his first day of camp. And his counselor’s name is Nora. And he loves our Nora. Sadness all around. Except, of course, that means Miss Nora Janie and I have a Get Out Of Responsibility Free card. Unless you count the usual crazyville that {Read More}
‘Binge’ is such a harsh word.
June 10, 2010 By 3 Comments
I wasn’t kidding about the Hidden Mallard puzzle. Way back on Monday I was explaining the significance of the puzzle on Birthday Day (very different than Birthday Week, etc, etc) as crucial to the briefly rainy portion of the afternoon. Some people laughed- Oh hah, aren’t they being quaint- doing a puzzle with a mallard! Others might have thought I was playing up the dork factor for effect and never actually engaged in any sort of cryptic mallardy activities. The Mallard is {Read More}
Why yes, that was a picture at the Bean.
May 10, 2010 By 5 Comments
I just love holidays. This is no secret. So, uh, a weekend devoted to mothers? (Yes, it’s a weekend.) I accept. In fact, this 30 day span includes Mother’s Day, our anniversary, Memorial Day and my birthday. Cinco de Mayo just missed the cut. With the exception of Cinco de Mayo and Memorial Day, someone around here is feelin’ the holiday pressure. And it sure isn’t me. (And Nora never lets stuff like that get to her.) But, so far, he’s stepped {Read More}
