by Mir | Sep 16, 2005 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
What do you do when your kid is declared peanut-allergy-free after over four years of dietary limitations? You go out for Thai food with friends, baybee! The poor child had been primed for tonight in a most unconventional way. After years of only being allowed...
by Mir | Sep 16, 2005 | Detritus
Oh, the chirps from the last post, THEY ARE DEAFENING ME as I sit here working and wishing for email to distract me. So. Two quick things: 1) Apparently Cafe Press is running some Summer Blowout thing right now that is only good on women’s apparel (sorry, guys,...
by Mir | Sep 15, 2005 | Growing
There are a few things in this world that can bring me to my knees in reverence. The pure elation–or hard-won growth–of one of my children. Really good, labor-of-love cuisine. A perfect melding of personalities. Selfless attention to those in need. Desire...
by Mir | Sep 15, 2005 | Woohoo!
Ladies and gentlemen: At the tender age of five-and-three-quarters, my son just enjoyed his very first (“may contain traces of peanuts”) Ding Dong. His comment, when I asked him how it was? “MMMMMMMMM!!!” Party at my place, tonight. Nutter...
by Mir | Sep 14, 2005 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
My ex can tell you (and just might, given the opportunity) that the first television show I ever became hopelessly addicted to was Iron Chef. Not the sucktastic Amercian version that they now have on The Food Network with Bobby Flay (Bobby knows his barbecue, yes; no...
