Am I the only one who thinks Bruno Mars’ song ‘Grenade’ sounds like it could be a B-side from Thriller? Anyone? (…Aaand I just Wikipedia’d him and saw that the singer/songwriter/producer is heavily influenced by Michael Jackson and Motown. RESEARCH.) But seriously. It does. And while I generally leave the in-depth musical analysis to my darling sister Em, I’d be remiss if I didn’t comment on at least a few of the [startlingly dark yet catchy as anything] lyrics: I’d catch {Read More}
I even wore my best hoodie.
February 28, 2011 By 4 Comments
Back to work. So I didn’t win Best Parenting Blog. But, as I also didn’t win Best Scientific, European, or Technical Blog, I can choose to look at this a few different ways, all positive. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I feel good about my decision. Also, this frees me up from having to write about “parenting” stuff every day. I mean- REALLY. Oh, I kid. I would, however, like to thank the superbly nice folks {Read More}
My house doesn’t even spin.
January 3, 2011 By 6 Comments
Let me be among the top five hundred to welcome you into 2011, three days in. I am deeply consumed with confusion over my absent flying car, meal tablet, robotic housekeeper…or any housekeeper at all, for that matter. (Do you hear that, P.J.? Do not feel limited by any type of maid. I would take Amelia Bedelia at this point.) Our New Year’s Eve was pretty normal and quiet, by rest home standards. The three of us stayed in our jammies- {Read More}
<—Not Brave.
November 8, 2010 By 4 Comments
Nora is covered in band-aids. Five of them, to be exact. On her bruised, teensy tiny upper arms. I have one band-aid. But I care not for my own pain- for it is my penance. Oh, sure, Nora was thrilled to see the doctor and her nurse pals this a.m. What’s not to like? Cool artwork (for her, anyway- she’s not too discerning yet), tons of stuff to poke and touch, people telling her how big and strong and pretty she is… {Read More}
Fall is for Nostalgia.
September 20, 2010 By 2 Comments
There’s something so freeing about chilly- and overcast- Fall weekends. They totally give you permission to do what you whine about wanting to do all week…nothing at all. So we snuggled in. Ate junk food. Watched the ’80s version of Pippi Longstocking- for Nora. In case you’re curious, it completely stands the test of time. (Life is a breeeeeze…) We also watched a classic episode of Sesame Street- from the 4th season, once they’d ironed out most of the kinks of {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}
Now you’re thinking about the taco spoon, aren’t you?
July 12, 2010 By 5 Comments
There’s something quite special about waking up on a Monday morning- and feeling like you’re already way behind. Here’s the problem: On the weekends, I like to play this game called I Have No Responsibility. It’s true. I don’t know where this bad habit came from. I’ve never in my life had more to do on the weekends and have never been better at disregarding it. It’s strange. Most weekend mornings, Peej and Nora let me sleep in ’til the 7 {Read More}
We did other stuff, too. Really.
June 28, 2010 By 4 Comments
The Bitsy Bug is dozing off a low-grade fever this a.m., which means P.J. and I are finally leaving her alone. Seriously. I fully realize that a fever under 104 degrees truly doesn’t warrant any more medical attention than a cool washcloth, the occasional Tylenol and a vodka tonic, extra limes- hey, the whole house is dealing with the kiddo’s discomfort, okay?- but you should try telling that to us in the middle of Taking Care Of Nora. We have entire, {Read More}
