Wanna make someone’s day? FLOCK ‘EM!
Josh and Tonya sent me this flock of flamingos for my birthday. They lived on our front lawn for a day and made me laugh everytime I saw ‘em.
You can flock someone too!
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A week ago, I turned 37.
Some years you feel really great about reaching your birthday. For instance, when I turned thirty I was back in my pre-baby mini-skirt and ready to rock a new decade. (Alas, another baby threw me out of that mini-skirt a year later!) But since then, I’ve felt a little….noncommittal…about the turn of the calendar page.
To help jumpstart me out of my birthday lethargy, my pal Jen Roach threw me a girls-night-out at our local Moroccan restaurant. We sat on satin cushions, watched people shimmy, and drank Moroccan Sunsets with maraschino cherries one the bottom. (This made me quite giddy and I am one of the few adults I know who actually like maraschino … {read more…}
1) Just because you check your email a thousand times in ten minutes doesn’t mean that more people will love you than actually do.
2) Do not try to watch Bones on Fox on Demand while you “clean” your room. David Boreanaza’s biceps are really just too distracting.
3) If the mail has sat there for two weeks, you really REALLY do not have to get to it before you complete your writing assignment.
4) Cleaning up the crap on your husband’s side of the bed only counts as a ‘loving sacrifice’ if you aren’t doing it to avoid cleaning the kitchen.
I am being entirely decadent by opening the windows (for fresh air) while simultaneously turning on the heater (for comfort) and lighting candles (for scent and ambiance – if you can find ambiance in a hideously messy bedroom.) It is Friday and my house is trashed from stern to bow. I haven’t 1) brushed my teeth, 2) brushed my hair or 3)put away the breakfast dishes. (Why bother when the dinner dishes are still out?) I have, however, dropped the kids off at school, where once again I was tempted to worship the vice-principal who was standing at the drop-off zone in a floor length yellow mackintosh and a fisherman’s oilcloth hat herding the kids into the library and out … {read more…}
It’s the first day of truly shitty weather and I am having a small but obvious breakdown. Reading Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris non stop probably doesn’t help. You know you are not in a good state of mind when you start thinking: “David Sedaris? I love David Sedaris! He’s the funniest man alive! Such a great writer. Crazy great. How did he get that way? Ah ha! Here it is in chapter Seven! Crystal Meth! Too bad I’m not addicted to crystal meth. Why does Sedaris get all the good addictions?”
Clearly this is not a good mindset.
Sedaris is also an avid smoker–though he’s never achieved his mother’s proficiency for … {read more…}
It’s my birthday too! (Well, on the 30th.)
Here’s my wish list, Mom!
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The Official Shoe of a Magpie Girl:
Converse Custom
Handmade Wallet: Chirp
The Perfect Patch for a Wannabe Readhead
Bird Obsession Necklace
I’m sitting at home in the living room and there are the after-leavings of Monkfish Abbey and Friday morning pre-school countdown prep verywhere. From where I am sitting I can see:
• an handthrown tea mug, empty, with a sticky spoon on the floor besides it
• a vintage gold-coloured wine glass hiding behind the footstool
• several folding chairs
• the dinning room table, both leaves extended, covered in crumbs and one soggy bowl of Cracklin’ Oat Bran
(Cate’s – who ‘gets distwackted’ from clearing her place 3 mornings out of 4)
• a jar of gummy bear vitamins
• heaps of half-burned candles with wicks in need of trimming
• throw pillows … {read more…}
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I have been cooking since 3:30 and now the house smells like mushrooms sautéed in bacon drippings and thick potato soup. Catie’s chocolate covered face confirms that the scent of brownies will soon emerge from the kitchen, and fresh bread from the next door bakery is waiting to be sliced and slathered in butter.
It’s Thursday night.
The living room is joyfully and completely torn up. My artistically arranged magazines and coffee table books are on the floor and two of the sofa cushions are on top of the big padded footstool. A jar of marbles has been serving as money for an imaginary bakery and are now scattered all over the carpet. Catie has just resorted to sobbing because Eden … {read more…}
