There’s a man who is trying to ruin my life. He has entered my consciousness and will soon, I fear, be controlling my dreams. He is the mango man. The farmers’ market we go to religiously–every Sunday in fact–has always been a vibrant social experiment set among fresh local fruits and vegetables, food vendors from…
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and there are tons of adorable, glitter-y, do-it-you… [more]
Taking care of sick toddlers is a pain, but it helped me figure out how the universe works.… [more]
You may have been asking yourself “What exactly IS a roundtable and how is this different from… [more]
Whatever Happened To…
The other night I was filled with a random smackdown of yearning. I took to my google for comfort shopping and then crumbled when the realization hit me. They don’t make Trapper Keepers anymore. Wait. That’s a lie. They don’t make Trapper Keepers like they USED to. Mead sells a product they call a trapper…
5 Kinds Of People Who Make Me Completely Peevish
Peeves, anyone? If you claim not to have one, then you’re number six on my list: people who claim not to be peeved by anything, like they’re Mother Theresa or something.
The Things You Don’t Know That You Don’t Know
You’re very smart. Of course you are. I know because, I, too, am very smart. (Ahh, so that’s what a 1,000 people clicking away from a page sounds like…) The thing that a lot of smart people don’t realize is that one of the things that makes you smart is that you know that there…
In Defense of The Smartphone Addict
Picture it: Blue skies. A Great Lake full of water. Green trees. Hiking trails and biking trails and geological wonders as far as the eye can see. This is The Great Outdoors. And there in the middle of it all is one oblivious asshole with their nose buried in a cell phone. They’re walking figure eights…
Rule of Thumb: Yell Whatever’s On Your Mind
Ever witness a really good, ridiculous fight? The best arguments are the ones which you are completely uninvolved in, but are able to sit back and watch. I like to take it all in and wait until the perfect moment to interject with an obnoxious comment. You know, the usual. I was by myself, in…
Let’s Keep This Between Us, Internet.
I hate kids’ birthday parties. I know, I know, I’m Scrooge McAunt Becky here, but it’s true. I love kids, hate their parties. No, I’m not overly bitter about the cash I shell out to buy some other kid presents and I don’t have any residual anger from my childhood living with a summer birthday…
Eating Like A College Kid Again: Regression Or A Case Of The Mid-Life Whatevers?
What are your devil vices when it comes to food? Oreos for supper? Chicken wings and a pitcher of beer for a weekend breakfast? Secret Ding Dongs in the glove box?
How To Deal With The Crap In Our Lives
I’m in the process of potty training my child which means I spend an excessive amount of time talking about her shit, wiping her shit and cheering her shit on. It’s so fun. So far, she’s failing like a champ. She’ll get excited about her big girl undies but when it comes time to move…
Look Mom! I Married a Foreigner!
You know how you meet someone and you think (and maybe even say), “You are so attractive and smart and interesting and different?” and then you go out on a date with that person and find out that they are from another country and then you think, “Wow! You don’t meet someone from [insert fascinating and/or…
