I'm a DC-area mother with an over-developed sense of irreverence, ADD, socialist tendencies and a blog. All my opinions are entirely my own and not representative of anything officially sanctioned by any political party, my mother, or arbiters of common sense and good taste.
Well! This week has been so fabulous that it requires its own wrap up! First, an update on the status of the Kendra Wilkinson book quest: Her agent gave me the name of a publicist…who did not handle Kendra’s book but was super nice to me. She passed my request along to the right publicist who proceeded to send the book via UPS and it’s sitting in my living room right now! Yay! I’ll read…
Mama Kat is making me write poetry again. I think it’s punishment for when I accused her of stalking me last week. 2.) Write a poem for your furry friend. Ah, but which furry friend? Could I write an elegy for Rose, the greatest dog of all time? Should I write about my obese cat and her penchant for licking C’s wet bath toys after we drain the tub? No. No, I want to write…
Dear Kourtney, Girl. Get. The fuck. Away. From Scott. Listen. Lady, I’ve watched your shows for a long time. I’ve watched Scott survive a bunch of near-misses where he appeared to be cheating but had an excuse, when he was an ass but talked his way out of it, when he sucked but you forgave him. I cheered when you dumped his pompous ass. And I was shocked but not terribly surprised when you took…
I’m not a snappy dresser. I’m a boring dresser. All winter I wear solid color slacks with an array of turtlenecks or v-necks over them. In summer I wear sundresses with cardigans over them. On weekends, I wear capris or jeans with whatever top matches the fruit I’m feeding my messy, affectionate child. If you think that sounds weird, you try getting hugged by a boy who just ate his weight in blackberries and not…
So, as some of you read last week, I am trying to get a free copy of Kendra Wilkinson’s memoir because I really, really want to read about Playboy Mansion orgies so that I can tell all of you about them. This book is begging for me to review it, but at $25, I’m not buying it. And neither is my library system apparently. I started by trying to get Kendra’a agent Brian (who I…
This wild ride is continuing, folks. I just sent the message you see below to Simon and Schuster, the publishing house that put out Kendra’s worthy little tome. They don’t really want requests like that through the comments webform so I’ll also need to snail mail it to their offices in New York. But I wanted you all to get a look at my on-going attempts to secure this book so that I can review…
I didn’t hear back from Brian out there in LA so I sent him a follow up email (see below). I’m beginning to think Brian doesn’t really like me. Or maybe he’s just the wrong guy to go to when you really need to get things done. I’m taking this to her publisher. Stay tuned to this blog for THAT email… Hi Brian, It’s me again. The mom blogger on a mission. I’ve gotta say,…
So. In my quest for entertaining books to review for you here, I started on a hunt for Kendra Wilkinson’s book. I thought it would be perfect for a light, summertime review. And some, you know, snark. But my library system doesn’t have it anywhere! I’m not about to shell out hard earned dollars for the new, hardcover book so I decided to get in touch with Kendra’s “people” to see about getting a free…
Oh hai! I’m fiddling around with a few ideas to make this blog be a paying venture. I may try and solicit some ads pretty soon but I’ll keep them away from my content because if you wanted to read ads, you’d flip through the first 57 pages of a fashion magazine in search of the table of contents. (Grrr.). For now, I’ve done a couple of things. First, you can now subscribe to my…
OK, this Mama Kat prompt is spooky: 5.)Earthquake! Where were you when it happened? Why is this spooky? Because there actually was an earthquake in DC last week! Do you know how often DC gets earthquakes? Never. We never get earthquakes. We get disasters like blizzards and heat waves and snakehead fish in the Potomac and Congress. But the earth? Stays still under our feet. But not last Friday. Last Friday, I awoke to a…
