I love Mr. Clean Magic Erasers. So do you, unless you have no soul. What's not to love about a little sponge that cleans absolutely every atrocity your children can visit upon your house? Get this: For the forseeable future (until they meet their goal of $15,000), for every submission of a great usage of Magic Erasers you've discovered, Mr. Clean will donate a dollar to The Hands On Network, a growing charity that helps volunteers keep communities clean. (Some of its affiliates are working on Katrina-related projects right now.) Go submit your tips and you're not only joining in the...
(With apologies to Stacy and Clinton for butchering their line with a double negative.) So remember how I said I was thinking of making t-shirts and stuff? I think about lots of things, really. It doesn't always mean that I'll actually do it. This, though, I was seriously planning to do, although as we all know, I can't even draw a straight line, so it wasn't like I was planning anything very nifty. And we all know that Mrs. Kennedy has already cornered the market for pure-text, one-line-zinger blog shirts. It was something of a quandary. And then I was visited by an angel. That's right, an...
(If At First You Don't Succeed, Shop, Shop Again) I truly believe that there is someone out there for everyone, just as I believe that there is a dream purchase for every woman on every shopping trip. No, no... I'm fine. There's just a little something in my eye. I'm fine! The secret--of course--is perseverance. In both cases. But the difference, with shopping, is that a really awesome purchase doesn't later leave dirty socks on the floor or dis your friends. Nor will it get jealous if you go shopping again. Anyway. Oh! Hey! I went shopping in Vermont. And, uh, again in New Hampshire, on the...
After three (long) days, I appear to have shaken my migraine. This is A Very Good Thing. The Less Good Thing is that in its wake---no longer left trying to focus around searing pain and/or wavering vision---I'm left with this feeling of restlessness in my own skin. I should feel good and if nothing else, the twelve hours of sleep I got today should render me well-rested. Instead, I skulked around the house feeling uncomfortable and itchy and wishing I was anywhere but here. No; that's not quite right. I was wishing I was anyone but me. I think I'd rather have a migraine. But hey, I'm tough....
... but I keep hoping. Here's the thing. I was unemployed for so freaking long, I can hardly believe that there is actual money being regularly deposited into my checking account, now. I mean, more money than what I need to pay the mortgage and daycare. (Digression: I walk into our daycare--a lovely and wonderful place which I adore and have patronized for nigh unto five years, now--at the beginning of each month and pull out my wallet and toss it on the counter and say "Here, take it all." The kind lady behind the desk laughs every time.) It blows my mind that I don't have to find the...
You may have noticed I've been doing a wee bit of shopping lately. Like most mothers, I put my children's needs ahead of my own, often, and while they run around dressed like little Gap models, I am often still sporting the jeans I bought in college. But now that I have A JOB (did I mention I got a job? No? Well I did!) my shopping habits have changed a little bit. Unemployed shopping: Head for the clearance rack. Look only for items I need. Agonize over price. Purchase only if 80% or more off, and under $5. Feel guilty. Employed shopping: Head for the clearance rack. Look at anything...
No, I did not buy the $96 purse. In fact, I giggled myself silly and the shoppers around me moved a little further away, with looks of mixed disdain and fear while they did so. (Dad, stop reading now. You've been warned. Turn back. The rest is boring, anyway.) In my next life, I would like to be a man. For many reasons. Not the least of which is that men can shop for underwear and easily choose from three different options. Boxers, briefs, or boxer briefs. Easy. Straightforward. Does not induce headaches. Yesterday, I did some shopping. Because I like to shop. And because after buying the...
As you admire all the pretty, pretty houses with welcoming lights in their windows this season, please enjoy the following informative timeline of one of my favorite Christmas decorations: First, there was the candle, made of tallow or wax, with a wick. And it was good. Except for the part where it dripped all over the damn place. That wasn't so great. And the part where you put it in the window and occasionally the curtains caught on fire. That part could really put a damper on your holiday spirit. Okay; I lied. It really wasn't very good. Then, there was the electric candle lamp. It was...
