Honestly, I have a million things just from the last week... er... crap... week BEFORE last... that I am still going to tell you about. Pinky swear. I totally intended to get RIGHT back to you on all of that after I told you about the Toepocalypse. Because we had our familyversary! And it's been TEN YEARS, which is a really long time, and kind of a big deal, and also we all got each other very thoughtful gifts, some of which I will tell you about another time, but I will tell you that what I got Otto was that I very super-sneakily planned a little vacation for us. And by "us" I mean "just me...
Look at me, not waiting a whole month to write again. It's almost like I'm going back to being a blogger, or something. WEIRD. The impetus for this is simple: Life was boring, boring, boring... right up until it wasn't. And when people start saying things to me like "Oh, Mir, that could only happen to YOU," I figure that means it's ridiculous enough to share, because why should I hog all the fun? I should not. Perhaps nothing dramatic is happening in your life, in which case: YAY YOU! But I have some drama to spare, and I'm a good sharer. ALSO, after 3 weeks of back and forth with our...
Has it been another month? It has! I don't understand how this keeps happening, and yet, here we are. Time has passed, some interesting things have happened and other not-so-interesting, and life marches on, etc. I've made a number of desserts for Nerd Night this year and shared almost none of them with you because I'm a big jerk. Also because they've mostly been fine but unexciting. However! I am the sort of person who buys buttermilk for a recipe and then spends the next however-long trying to find recipes with which to use up said buttermilk, because most of the time when you Google...
I'm about THIS CLOSE to wearing an eye patch and calling it a day. I hardly ever wear makeup, right? Like, I'll wear it when I dress up. Which is almost never. For some reason at the beginning of this week I was digging for something in my bathroom drawer and found some mascara I forgot I had (my first mistake) and was all, "Oh! I'll put some of this on." So I did. And then I woke up with an eye infection the next morning. Because of course. I threw away the mascara. I've been doing warm compresses and medicated eye wipes (did you know this was a thing? it's a thing!) and trying not to touch...
It's one of those unwritten rules---similar to how bringing an umbrella with you keeps it from raining---that if you have Something Big happening, a million other things will have to happen at the same time, because it is not enough to deal with that ONE thing. Of course. So: Our production of The Vagina Monologues opens tonight, which means Chickadee and I have been spending long hours at rehearsal, AND Otto has about a dozen extra things going at work, AND Monkey is under the weather AND every committee I am on for school needs something from me right now AND a great job opportunity fell...
I'm still trying to decide if baking decadent things I cannot eat is a healthy sublimation of my sweet tooth or just a giant, masochistic flaw in my reasoning process. Best not to think about it too much, I suspect. The smoothie cleanse I mentioned last week? I'm going to tell you more about it, today, but after I tell you about dessert. So if you're just here for dessert and don't give a rat's ass about my weird diet things, check out the cake and then be on your way. Here I was, having just come off 10 days on kale smoothies and eating... mostly veggies, still, and it seemed like a great...
So I did this weird green smoothie cleanse and lost some weight. I never know if writing about that sort of thing is interesting or boring; I mean, it's interesting to me, I guess? Maybe not to you? I might write about it next week. It was... an adventure. I'm glad I did it for a number of reasons, not the least among them that I appreciate being able to fit into my pants. Anyway, during the first few days of the cleanse, especially, while I was dealing with caffeine withdrawal and general hopelessness (I'm the best advertisement for this cleanse EVER, clearly), I felt like I wasn't thinking...
Hey, remember how my kid came down with something flu-ish on Christmas? Because of course she did? And then a week went by and figured it was just her, so on New Year's Eve Day when we were making vision boards and I wasn't feeling so hot, I figured it was no big deal... right up until it became clear that yes indeed, I was going to be ringing in the new year with a fever and a lot of grumpiness. Oh well. I don't know what sort of virus it is (was), but I finished up my board in bed, yesterday, and today I am up but moving kind of slow. That's fine. While I go drink a whole lotta water and...
I really thought that once Chickadee got her license, my life would become less complicated. Like: immediately, and exponentially less complicated. Because everyone knows that just when you feel like your kids have reached an age of relative self-sufficiency, you are then relegated to 24/7 chauffeur status for years while they are too old for you to micromanage their lives but too young to handle their own transportation. To some extent it's true that things are easier now, in the sense that I am no longer driving back and forth to school more often than not, because I can let the kids take...
