Each winter I contemplate becoming vegetarian. Partially because of Lent (fasting and general abstemiousness are a big part of preparing for Easter for me) and partially because I don’t really trust industrial meat processing. I blame Morgan Spurlock, the documentary maker who produced "Supersize Me" Also, I blame the meat processing company that was my audit client in the 90's. Counting dead … [Read more...]
I have a sock problem at my house. When the laundry is folded out of the dryer, any unmatched socks go into a large hamper where they accumulate into sedimentary rock. Well, not rock exactly, but you can dig down like an archaeological dig. The top layer has big socks with a toe hole or a stretched out cuff. They fit, but are worn out. Well, worn out to me; “more awesome” according to my … [Read more...]
We had a good Thanksgiving. My husband had time off, the food was good, the weather was amazingly warm for late November. Still, I’ve been run down lately. Tired, droopy and a little sad over some sick relatives and family I miss. Monday night I felt rotten. I threw the biggest fit and ran off to the bookstore, like a big, bratty toddler with car keys and a credit card. I considered … [Read more...]
Ugly Christmas sweater parties are now a tradition. I can’t find any polyester reindeer sweaters in my local Goodwill because the college kids have picked it pretty clean. Ugly sweater parties are good fun for hipsters and suburbanites alike. You can either purchase a sufficiently ugly Christmas sweater off the rack, or be creative and uglify one from scratch. While I admire all the … [Read more...]
Naming your baby is one of the most important choices you make for your child. It is shocking how many of you are blowing it. Here is my handy-dandy guide in baby naming. There Is No Such Thing As A Uni-Sex Name There are baby boy names, baby girl names, and baby girl names that used to be baby boy names. I’m calling it: Ashton, Peyton, Hayden and Taylor are all girl names from here on … [Read more...]
I have four kids at home and one husband, who is Ricky to my Lucy. He puts up with late dinners, occasional clean underpants shortages, and my madcap schemes.
