The Books They Gave Me: Vonnegut. →
thebookstheygaveme: When he heard about my project, he seemed to take it as a challenge. “I have to figure out what book to give you!” “Easy, now. This is a first date,” I thought. But the choice was simple for him—his favorite book of all time. He ordered it and presented it to me the next time I saw him….
Mid(dle School) Life Crisis
I am the parent of a middle-schooler. I’m so excited/nervous for Madelynn today that I worked myself up to the point of nausea. Way to make it all about you, Nik! From morning sickness to sympathy anxiety, this kiddo really has a connection to my stomach. I really should have planned better, and requested the day off work so that I could wallow in the too-fast passage of time. (And...
Housework might not kill me, but my husband may...
I don’t know what happened to me today, but I woke up and hit the ground running, going at my morning like gang-busters. (Possible theories: alien abduction, moon in seventh house, apocalypse now?) I made breakfast, and by “made breakfast”, I mean that I did more than pour cereal into bowls. I sat down long enough to digest the fruits of my labor (don’t be fooled, there was...
Guess whose children aren't eating in the car ever...
I’ve never been a tidy person. If I can’t keep my house in order, you can imagine what my car looks like- it’s like a room on wheels. A messy one, at that. Five people can generate a lot of clutter. I try to justify it to myself by saying I’m not messy- I’m prepared. If, for some reason, there was a disaster and I was forced to live out of my car for a week? I’d...
Breakfast with a side order of LUCKY ME.
I actually ordered a low-cal breakfast this morning… scrambled egg substitute and turkey bacon. This has happened precisely zero other times in my life. (No, I wasn’t body-snatched, to the best of my knowledge.) As the waitress placed our orders in front of us, she said to me, “The kitchen accidentally put hash browns on your plate. I don’t know why! Enjoy!” I KNOW...
Reagan, at bedtime:
I said goodnight and closed the door. I heard Reagan say, “Goodnight, Reagan.” I thought that was pretty sweet, until I heard her respond. “Goodnight, myself.”
My daily email from the universe.
Nikki, it’s the way you think. That’s your purpose. It’s never been about what work you choose, what gifts you develop, or what niche you fill - let these be for your pleasure. Think as only you can think, which will lead to feelings that only you can feel, from which connections will be made, lives will be changed, and worlds will come tumbling into existence. Thanks, The...
listening to "Adele - Last Nite (The Strokes... →
Cover song o’ the day…
Mommy, I like baths better than showers because I like to be lax. (me:...– Reagan 4/15/2011
DIY modern wall treatment →
I’ve been obsessed with design and DIY blogs lately as we’re preparing to launch a huge remodel in our humble abode, and I would just like the record to state that I would el oh vee eee to do this to a wall.
Today's top tune... →
I look forward to my morning commute, simply because I get ten minutes to myself in the car where I don’t have to listen to the Tangled soundtrack or top 40 bull-honkey. Lucky, lucky am I that my radio-time perfectly coincides with Morning Becomes Eclectic on KCRW, which makes me swoon almost every day with new music that is right in my lane. (Driving pun! I had to!) I’m digging...
listening to "Bad Religion - Drunk Sincerity" →
@ProseAndConverse: “Like fools, we trust the delivery… but it’s all just drunk sincerity.”
Would owning these lamps and chairs inspire me to publish something? I’d like to think so.
listening to "Maxence Cyrin - Where Is My Mind... →
The original is near perfect, but this dreamy, haunting arrangement makes me weak in the knees.
Thoughts at bedtime 3/22/11
11 years ago right now, I was on my way to the hospital. I was about to have a baby, and stop being one. Whoa. Yawn. That doesn’t really make sense. I have tons of warm fuzzy thoughts on the subject, but I’m saving them for tomorrow. Bon nuit!
Thoughts at bedtime 3/21/11
I meant to post last night, but we were watching ZombieLand and I was too busy hiding my head under the pillow during all the gross parts. Usually I don’t like movies that make me dry- heave, but I make an exception for this movie. My thought last night: if you start gesticulating wildly while holding a water bottle, make sure that it’s capped. Just go ahead and take my word for...
Thoughts at bedtime: 3/20/11
My house smells like burnt lamb. My feet hurt. I don’t just have “Crazy Train” in my head, I have Minion singing “Crazy Train” in my head. “…on a crazy train, sir!” Ok, time for sleep.