…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}
Nora’s well-rested, if that counts.
August 9, 2010 By 4 Comments
This past week and weekend proved, without a doubt, that I am in very real danger of early onset dementia. The crosswords and brain teasers no longer stave them off. It’s official- I’m demented. Sure, we’ve been skipping all over the country, city, and state. And absolutely, sleep has been the first thing to be sacrificed. But seriously, I’m forgetting my middle name[s] at this point. It began when I confused this coming week of work with next week’s. To {Read More}
Sounds like all we do is watch TV and fail to sleep.
July 22, 2010 By 5 Comments
I looked at the clock this a.m. with a sense of pride. 7:30. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet and I had already: woken up (a big deal), fed the baby, bathed the baby, re-rinsed the baby (she had some Cheerios in ear-like places…and one right square on her cheek- my bad), decided against rinsing myself (yep, that took time), cleaned the first floor bathroom and half-heartedly done the dishes. As I got Nora ready for her first nap of the day, {Read More}
Turkish appetizers and Mexican helado- must be the 4th!
July 5, 2010 By 5 Comments
As I sit here typing, I can hear my daughter’s rageful meows from the room directly above me. (Seriously, she sounds like the cats. I think they have a thing going on where they decided if they all sound alike, then we’ll come running all the time. I don’t quite get this logic, but then again- I’m neither an 8 month old human nor a 6 year old cat.) She had decided she was too tired to even hold up her head {Read More}
Home is where the Swiffer is.
June 24, 2010 By 5 Comments
My Wii Fit was snarky to me this morning. We have a history, that thing and I do. Back in January it called me obese. Then the boxing instructor openly mocked me. And if it’s been a bit of time between sessions, the Wii console character is all- Well howdy DO, lazy butt! My “trainer” is condescending. And forever changing her hairstyle. And wondering if- perhaps- I’m putting too much pressure on my toes. Or my heels. Ease up, heifer! {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}
Two whole years.
May 24, 2010 By 6 Comments
Sadly, this’ll be a quickie blog, as I’m traveling through all points Midwest on an extended anniversary weekend. Happily- I’m traveling through all points Midwest on an extended anniversary weekend! So. To Peej, the Jack Of All Trades, Man Of My Dreams, and Horse Of A Different Color (I’m not really sure what I mean by that last one, either): Thank you for introducing me to music that was recorded past 1989. Thanks for Nora Jane. Couldn’t have done it {Read More}
Wanna try for seven?
April 29, 2010 By 5 Comments
And now- An Open Letter To My Daughter, Currently Crawling On My Lap and Chewing On My Hoodie: Dear Nora Jane, Happy six months! We [you] did it! In honor of this momentous occasion, I’d like to point out a few key things that you’ve done to make us better people/grownups/housecleaners. 1) Since I found out about “you,” and since the date of your arrival, all of my fears and nervous energies and unfocused creativities have channeled themselves into a new {Read More}
