Sunday, November 16, 2008

Almost Thanksgiving...really? And other musings...

As I watched the kids playing with sharpened sticks and kicking up the multitude of leaves, I had one of those gripping thoughts: Another year has come and gone. Here are my babies, one with shaggy hair and a penchant for Harry Potter; the other a pipsqueak powerhouse, her singsong voice telling tales of mermaids and castles as she colors and draws.

I. asked me today: "Will I be sixteen when you're forty?"

Yes, baby. You will.

Tucking S. in on Friday night, I sang as I picked up toys--"Turn around, and you're two, turn around, and you're four... turn around, and you're a young girl, walking out of my door." That song gets me every time. I remember my own mother singing it, and the forlorn tone of it both captivated and puzzled me. Isn't the point of life to get older, grow wiser, move on? And yet, my mothering heart understands: how quickly pass the years.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


Well. I did it. Or rather, my sister did it. I finally achieved Promethea, minus her caduceus. A goddess worthy time was had, if I do say so. My sister went golden as well, channeling her inner Artemis, minus the bow. We figure our glitter was enough to make up for our lack of weaponry.

To see the "real" incarnation of Promethea, check out Alan Moore's "Promethea," from America's Best Comics.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

It's a Blanket! WITH SLEEVES!

So, while, watching The Soup last night, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a blanket... but not just any blanket, my friends. Blankets themselves are troublesome; difficult. Using one might mean accidentally uncovering your feet or exposing an arm while you fumble with the remote. You might have to--gasp--get up off your cozy ass and walk to the kitchen for a snack.

But now you don't have to. Yep. That's right. And I can't say it any better than geekologie.

Here's the commerical:

AND YOU GET A PRESS AND OPEN BOOK LIGHT! Gee whiz, Betty, let's order today!

Of course, this is not a new level of laziness. I am always creeped out by the grown up "sleeper sacks."
Some have little cuffed feet, like the "Couch Sacks" from Fleece Corner. Nothing says sexy like the words "Couch" and "Sack" combined into one plaid fleece
garment. Rrrrrrrr.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Hogwarts Happenings...

10 kids, six boys sleeping over, and a roomful of popcorn kernels later, I's Harry Potter Party was officially a hit.

Granted, I feel like I've been hit by the Hogwarts Express, but then, motherhood involves martyrdom, eh?

Party highlights: Most of the kids came dressed up in robes or witch hats, which was adorable... we had a "Potions Class" that involved Exploding Potion, Swirling Prismatic Potion, and Bouncing Black Beetles Potion. (The first: vinegar, food color, and baking soda...the second, milk with food color and a drop of dish soap, and lastly, craisins and Sprite.) They LOVED it--and thank god we did the activities outside! It was a glorious, foamy, vinegar-y mess. My hands still smell like I dyed a vat of easter eggs.
The boys had a "Bertie Botts Challenge" that involved closing their eyes, chosing a bean from the bag, and eating it, sight unseen. One boy cried, it tasted so awful... and I have to say, having played a similar game with my first box of beans, Jelly Belly has accurately captured some truly horrific flavors... soap being foul and long lasting, much like the real thing... and vomit making one feel, well, like vomiting. Earthworm has a lingering, dry, dirt taste that is only masked by eating something equally intense, like grape jelly. Thank the gods for the jelly and tuti fruitti mixed in!

I. requested a golden snitch cake, so S. and I obliged. We also had "Mexican Muggle Meat" (our HP version of tacos) and "Pumpkin Juice" (orange Koolaid dipped out of a tureen whilst dry ice bubbled and fogged below).

Now, the aftermath:

streamers and stickiness and the filth that occurs when your house is filled with 7-9 year old boys. Lucky me!

Sunday, July 06, 2008


Yep. I went to Crue Fest. And I am not ashamed to say it.

Yes. I got my picture taken with some shirtless tattooed drunk guy who reeked of sweat and cigarettes (so sexy) and who nearly tripped on me and my friend.

Yes, I felt like a stranger in a strange land. I think I'm still recovering.

Indie girl that I am, content to bob gently with the bass and nurse my imported beer, this was quite a new experience.

I sloshed american beer in a plastic cup and screamed along with the rest of the drunken, shirtless rednecks.

I kept my shirt on.

I have to admit, it was kind of a novelty to see fireworks and flames onstage... and I truly enjoyed their video screen accompaniment. When they played Same Old Situation, it was a medley of Bush, girl bush, and guns... images of war and explosions and oral sex. It was fairly political, which I didn't expect.

It was a very short set. I am used to the long encore, but they came back and played one song and they were done. D-O-N-E. I think Vince Neil was about to pass out from the sheer exertion of wearing those pants and trying to reach those notes, poor guy. Living a life of debauchery is hard on a fellow.

And, in case you're hankering for a little taste of the crue, enjoy this (via the impeccably tasteful Mr. Jones):

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Holding on...

Complete immersion in the busyness of my life has left me worn, tired... barely treading water at times. UGG. This morning I got up, let the dog out, looked out on the back yard--the sun lit the top of the maple tree and the grass was still wet from the storms the night before... am I present in this moment? In this time? Sometimes I think I"m just managing to hold on, until... until I get it figured out, until school lets out in June, until I can juggle everything effectively to the standard I crave...

So. very. tired.

So I make cookies and mix tapes and drink too much coffee. Far too much diet Dr. Pepper. And I hope...

Meanwhile: EARWIGS ARE LIVING IN MY SCREEN DOOR. EGAD. I opened the door to put mail in the mailbox and a shower of huge, slick and crawly earwigs dropped on my head. ON MY HEAD!!! I still feel disgusting.

Monday, March 17, 2008

There IS a God!

Lo and behold, Bob Odenkirk and David Cross (of the legendary Mr. Show, which still warms the cockles of my heart when I wax nostalgic on the young Jack Black...sigh) are reuniting and filming a pilot sitcom for HBO, tentatively titled "David's Situation."

You can read the rest of the juicy news here at Paste Magazine, just like I did.

appropriate for the season...

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Did you know that there are more than 7 deadly sins?

So, apparently the doctrine that inspired everyone from Dante to the run of the mill penitent has been revised for the new age: the seven deadly sins just got a heck of a lot longer.

Formally, the BIG seven--LUST, GLUTTONY, AVARICE, SLOTH, WRATH, ENVY, and PRIDE--could land you in boiling oil, freezing water, or with a mouthful of rats and snakes for all of eternity. Now, eternal damnation, like gramma's old sofa, has been repurposed for a new generation of sinners.

"The Vatican has overhauled its list of mortal sins, adding several more to cope with the age of globalisation.

The new sins take aim at those who undermine society in far reaching ways, including by taking or dealing in drugs, polluting the environment, and engaging in "manipulative" genetic science, The Times of London reports.

Also new to the list are paedophilia, abortion, and social injustices that cause poverty or 'the excessive accumulation of wealth by a few'." (via the age, via mark morford)

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Catching Up...

SAW: Without giving too much away, let me just say that I thoroughly enjoyed the quirky sweetness of > Juno. The characters were too perfectly drawn to be real, but the fairytale-like self awareness of the film was endearing. With a stellar cast, the film is a true pleasure to watch both for performance and appearance... I loved the repeated theme of runners, the dark confines of the suburban homes, and the pristine innoculation of yuppiedom.

So worth a view, even if I weren't teaching pregnant teens and debating whether or not I'm too old to wear band t-shirts. ;)

HEARD: Can't get enough of Stars. Go buy some!

DID: I've got to say, being back in the classroom is both a blessing and a curse... but I love the individual spirit of some of my students. It makes up for the crap that I put up with on a day to day basis (can you move the sheet on the overhead? What page? I didn't know it was due! Can I have one more day? What are we doing? ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH)

ATE: You've got to eat the new Hershey's Nuggets Special Dark Truffles. Egad. Bliss in a tiny mouthful...