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.
The weird levels in the world have seem a little low this week. I’m expecting an explosion of Massive Eyeball-Spinning Crazy anytime now and to tell the truth, I’m sort of looking forward to it. Meanwhile, here are a few tidbits I encountered in my perusing of the internets this week. First is this…bra? Cosmetic garment? Medical device? I’m really not sure. The website says its will eliminate vertical cleavage wrinkles. I didn’t even know…
Every day there’s a new story about new or proposed laws – at the state or federal level – to limit women’s access to a full range of reproductive choices. Laws that tread the line of criminalizing miscarriage. Laws that broaden the definition of acceptable homicide to potentially include killing gynecologists performing abortions. Laws that redefine rape. Laws that take funding away from Planned Parenthood. Laws that force abortion providers to adhere to burdensome new …
Good GAWD there is nothing going on in the world. Well, there is but it’s all depressing. We’re bombing Libya and Congress still can’t pass a long-term spending bill and Natalie Portman apparently didn’t do all her own dancing in Black Swan. No one is out there being super crazy, just lots of Republican presidential hopefuls prancing around Iowa yipping about how we all need to be more religious. Even Charlie Sheen is keeping quiet…
Last week we went to the circus. The problem with going to circus, besides all the usual pitfalls of going anywhere with a 3 year old, is the gauntlet of PETA protesters that line the sidewalks outside the arena. They hold posters and shove flyers at people and yell at everyone. It was particularly absurd for them to be there the day we went since it was the school matinee and they were essentially yelling…
Do you need to poop? Don’t bite your coat. Couches aren’t for jumping. Don’t lick the window of the Metro. Don’t lick the counter at Johnny Rockets. Don’t lick the playground. Don’t lick the snot off your face, let Mommy wipe your nose. Are you sure you don’t need to poop? We don’t play football in the living room. You need to wear pants today. Walking feet! Listening ears! Gentle hands! Can you try going…
A piece of string made its way into my oven, turning it into a machine for emitting smoke. I have a problem tooth that is about to turn into a dental misadventure form hell. On Thursday, I went to pick C up from daycare after a down-the-leg-into-the-shoes poop blow-out. While I was standing there he tripped and cut his head badly enough to require a trip to the ER for stitches. It took four hours.…
The random things C says when he first wakes up in the morning Cadbury Caramel Eggs The cover of Synpathy for the Devil by Jane’s Addiction Finishing a level of Angry Birds Watching C and my nephew interact on Skype Clean towels In-n-Out Burger Books by Janet Evanovitch The opening ceremonies of the Olympics Ohio State beating Michigan Holiday cards with pictures of my friends’ kids Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me on NPR Date Lab…
The House of Representatives is playing political football with National Public Radio today with a bill that would defund the federally supported broadcaster. It’s not a new idea but it’s gotten new life this year because NPR fired Juan Williams for saying inappropriate things a while ago and then James “I Plot To Sexually Abuse Legit Reporters On Camera” O’Keefe staged a sting where he recorded a long conversation and edited it to make an…
So, I guess there was another Bachelor finale. A guy proposed to a girl he picked out of a line-up, like a cross between the Moonlight Bunny Ranch and a Russian mail-order bride operation. And I guess she said yes because she doesn’t equate marriage with dignity. Or something. I mean, let’s be real about this phenomenon. It’s totally fucked up. Imagine if the progression of the Bachelor was happening to a friend of yours.…
I’ve been doing this blogging thing for a little over a year now and it’s turned out to be nothing like I thought it was going to be. When I first jumped into this, I was going to be a funny mommy blogger. I was going to be a devoted reader and commenter on other blogs. I was going to network like crazy, go to conferences, interact with PR folks, become aligned with brands, give…
