No time to post this yesterday – better late than never… Couldn’t find a pic of Alfred E. Newman in drag as an over-protective mother So today is the first day of Rissa’s aerial arts circus camp. At the end of her day, she will be catching a bus, riding to the subway, then taking…
Rissa has always been a little off-centre. I was about to say that I blame David for that, but I couldn’t type it with a straight face. Instead, I shall say that we are equally bad influences, but in good ways. I do think that she gets her sense of humour from him. The pair…
I have a thing for shoes. Not quite a fetish, but close. I used to have lots and lots and lots… before I got pregnant and developed duck feet. ‘Cause after you’ve had a baby, your feet aren’t the same size. If you look at my feet when they’re not touching the ground, they look…
This is the story of how Rissa almost blew chunks on the family room rug. My mothers-in-law came over for dinner the other night. They brought regular fruit crumble and gluten-free, possibly sugar-free crumble. David’s Mom is doing the gluten-free thing, I’m doing the gluten-free thing. The rest of the folks got the sugary-gluteny-oaty-goodness and…
Aaron Sorkin has a new series on HBO. The Newsroom. Thank the freaking universe!! It’s been so long since Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and even longer since The West Wing and Sports Night. David PVRd the show without my even knowing that there was a new Sorkin show. He presented it to me…
Warning – lurid adult content I should have known it was a dream, because I was in a yoga classs. I don’t take yoga class. I think I can honestly say, that apart from the impromptu yoga instruction that my friend Alice gave David, Anna and me on the beach of her cottage property, that…
There are ramifications for encouraging one’s child to pay attention to shit. For encouraging an awareness of female behaviour and how women are perceived by the media and the world. At 12 years of age, Rissa has become a dyed-in-the-wool speech pattern cynic. Rissa loves cake decorating shows. She loves watching people design cakes. She…
It’s Zeb’s fault. David’s friend Zeb, who posted to Facebook about someone wearing a vintage Hanson t-shirt. I’m thinking: “VINTAGE HANSON? How old does that make ME??” But next thing you know, I’m googling Hanson to get my timeline right – it can’t be 20 years ago and it’s got to be at least 20…
Please. Please… someone in television land, bring back Firefly. Please. I’m begging. I really need a hit of Mal. For those who might say, “but you can see Nathan Fillion on Castle.” I know, I know – Nathan Fillion is on Castle, and it’s fine… Richard Castle is snarky and marginally sexy and all that,…
The kitten… the feral one? That hung onto my hand with its teeth after I picked it up, because it was so terrified? The one I had to have “just in case” rabies shots for? It’s back… And David says I’m not allowed to touch it. Not even a little bit. Now in cat adolescence,…