... I cannot remember if I have mentioned here or not that I'm going to be in The Vagina Monologues again this year. But in case I hadn't, before, there ya go. Now I have. This may not mean a thing to you (maybe you live very far away; maybe you are opposed to vaginas for some reason), but this morning I was on a local podcast along with one of our directors to talk about and promote the upcoming show. And you could listen to it, if you wanted to, to hear how much MORE awkward I am in real life (hard to believe, I know). Bear in mind that I got a phone call late last night asking me if I...
Having children just a year apart in school has its advantages, sometimes---they often do the same activities at the same time, and this year when so many things are broken into a 9th/10th night and an 11th/12th night, we only have to go once---but somehow I forgot about the whole TWO KIDS HEADING TO COLLEGE AT NEARLY THE SAME TIME thing. It's not fair, really. I am constantly gauging and assessing Chickadee's experiences this year to help us make decisions about how to handle things with Monkey. This is (surprise!) resulting in a litany of "But how come HE doesn't have to---" and "but when...
Well I, myself, need to talk about kale. Maybe you don't. But you're here and I do, so we're going to talk about kale. [Possible alternatives to talking about kale: Talking about the fact that I just got 10" of hair chopped off and now I have no idea how the hell to manage my hair, because even though I was tired of just putting it up in a massive bun every day, that doesn't mean I've figured out how to do an actual hairstyle ever in my life; talking about the fact that my kids are going on yet another school trip and this morning when I was trying to assist Monkey with his packing he got...
I spent the bulk of the past weekend and this week baking cookies. Some doughs I make and freeze for later baking. Some cookies I went ahead and baked and froze when they were done. Some I baked this week and refrigerated. And then---like EVERY SINGLE YEAR as if I'm just new to this whole thing---on Thursday I of course discovered that the number of Cookie Gifting Vessels I owned vs. the List Of Teachers was a mismatch, and off I went to buy more containers. At least that trip to the store broke up my day of finishing baking and dividing up everything and packaging it nicely and printing...
For some reason this past week has been... ummmm... more crazy than usual. It's just that end-of-term nuttiness along with some other life events---some foreseen, some not---making it kind of a wild time. I'm looking forward to Christmas! Except mostly I am looking forward to the kids being off school and everyone having some down time. We totally know how to party 'round here (if by "party" you mean "watch Netflix," and I do). Of the 3,000 things which have already happened this week (HOW IS IT ONLY WEDNESDAY??), I will of course choose to tell you about the one that makes me look like the...
My life is confusing. I mean, I'm sure it's no more confusing than anyone else's, but I am easily perplexed. Sometimes I just randomly wonder about stuff, and other times I am genuinely flummoxed. Because it's Monday and I am me, I'm just going to share some of my recent questions with you in no particular order. Feel free to offer insight, or just to let me know you're confused along with me. What is a reasonable expectation for a cheap hotel? Some background: Over the summer during our Collegevisitpalooza, Chickadee and I stayed at a perfectly serviceable, if unremarkable, hotel near her...
In the continuing saga of Mir Gives Out Advice On The Internet Like She Knows Stuff Or Something, today at Alpha Mom I'm tackling the question of how to handle kids and parties where there may be drinking and/or drugs. Spoiler alert: I am not the Cool Mom. Also, I'll offer this addendum: These days I have to talk more often and more in depth with my kids about how to narc without being found out, as both of them have attained Snitch: Expert Level. While their friends are good kids and there's not a lot I worry about, I worry more about one of them being taken to task for narcing than I am...
You know that I always bake for school meetings, right? And for when my kids go off to their weekly gaming night? I love to bake. I can no longer actually EAT most of what I bake, but that's okay. It makes me happy to feed other people. Funny story: usually at the holidays I start making cookies at the beginning of the month and bake all month (sometimes making/freezing dough to bake later, sometimes baking cookies and freezing them) so that we can give out goodie baskets at school before the winter break. That's not the funny part. The funny part is that I just found out that one of the...
Greetings from my very quiet, very not-filled-with-frantic-cooking house. I am busy working in my pajamas and the dogs are very busy holding down the floor in my office, and this is very much like a lot of other days in my life because, hey, freelancing is all about not having to put on real pants. But it is also unlike other days because USUALLY on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I am baking and prepping while the teenagers alternately complain that there is nothing to eat and insist they're not hungry yet. This year, though, I got a good night's sleep last night while my children stayed...
