The blog is up mighty early today, I realize. There are few people in this world for whom I would early-blog. (Actually, it’s a pretty vast category, but as it’s a rather benign request I’d be more inclined to say no. And depending on the hour in which you asked me, it might not be as pleasant as all that. But why are we arguing so early?) My point is, my darling pal Lori- ahem, Mrs. Innes- asked if she {Read More}
January must be Customer Service Month.
January 17, 2011 By 2 Comments
It was a good, albeit frigid, weekend here. We actually saw more people than we do for some combined weeks. We went with one pal to an awesome creperie up the street from here- I highly recommend it. Nora also gave it two miniature thumbs way up- but they’re covered in cheese, so I wouldn’t shake her hand or anything. There was a bit of a language barrier, so my Moroccan chai latte actually came as a fresh mint infusion- but {Read More}
Time for smaller jorts!
August 19, 2010 By 8 Comments
I was all set this morning. Yep, I knew what issues were going to be blown to smithereens and how pointedly- and yet self-deprecatingly- I was gonna lay it down. And then Nora needed breakfast. Again. (Just like yesterday!) And then while she was playing so happily with a mixture of kitchen utensils and bath books, I decided it was a good time to work out; i.e. thwack at the Wii Fit with a half-dead Wiimote. And after the usual guff {Read More}
That whole "noon" thing was really ambitious.
August 16, 2010 By 1 Comment
This past weekend was a doozy. After a slight change in plans allowed me to attend our darling pal Caitlin’s going away party at Mrs. Murphy’s Irish Bistro (go rock the West Coast, sugar!), Peej, Nora and I left for Indiana eaaaaaarly Saturday morning. I’m pretty sure I’m a part time Indiana resident at this point. We headed to Bloomington for the wedding of Natalie and Dave- she of my Pilates-classes-gettin’-me-back-into-jeans-without-elastic fame. {Read More}
Friends: 0. (Sigh.)
March 29, 2010 By 12 Comments
At the risk of sounding like a fourteen year-old girl, I am going to start implementing some changes to my Facebook page. Notably, my “friends.” Notice the quotes. I do not put the quotes around my real friends. (I use my arms!) The former are people whom, if I happened to bump into, would most likely not recognize. My “friends” are people who could care less about my writing, my daughter, my husband, my “dream house” (more quotes!) or status updates regarding {Read More}
