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.
I’m back on the Mama Kat bandwagon with this awesome propmt. In an effort to spread awareness, share your (or someone you know/love) breast cancer story My mother was diagnosed with early stage breast cancer in 2001. She sat down with a surgeon to go over her treatment options and he laid out a few different scenarios. My mom, a nurse, was already sure what she wanted to do. “Cut the fucker off,” mom said.…
This week, Mama Kat wants me to consider the plight of my friends who don’t have kids. Only I don’t have a lot of friends without kids. Because, um, I have a kid and that makes me uninteresting to people without kids. 1.) A list of things you no longer have in common with your single/childless friends…and why you love them anyways. Why We’re Different: They go to movies. Why I Love Them: They tell…
Now this is easy don’t you think? 4.) Open letter to a celebrity. I’m actually going to change it up a little and write some very short messages to a number of celebrities that only merit a text message, not a full-on letter. Dear David Hasslehoff: Roasts won’t help. Tangos won’t help. Spandex pants REALLY won’t help. Go gently into that good Knight and let us remember you as you were. *** Dear Paris Hilton:…
Mama Kat s leading me down memory lane this week. 1.) Your childhood neighborhood. I could on on forever. My childhood neighborhood was idyllic. Leafy suburban streets, walking distance to one of the top high schools in the state, if not the nation. Neighbors who all knew each other and barbequed together in the summer. We Christmas caroled. There was an annual neighborhood parade. There was an annual block party. There were occasional keg parties…
An interesting idea to ponder from Mama Kat this week. Not the part about who Lou Holz might be. I know who he is. Because college football is, like, my favorite thing. After chocolate. 1.) Lou Holtz (don’t ask me who that is) once said, “life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it.” Do you believe this? Describe a time when you feel like you could have…
Well. Mama Kat just gave me permission to be super-lazy! 2.) If you were put in “time out”, where would you want to be placed and why? I actually wrote about my ideal image of Mommy Time Out but I don’t think anyone ever read it. So I’m reviving it right here for all of you today! *** We’ve all been there, right? The kid or kids are out of control, you’ve lost the ability…
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…
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…
Mama Kat is simply FORCING me to do this post. FORCING. Against my better judgment. But here goes… 1.) Choose a headline from The Today Show website and write up an opinion post based on the story you chose. Well. There’s only one story this week: Mel Gibson. And I don’t want to write about him because my first instinct is to turn my back on him. Forever. And ever. Mel Gibson was a good…
Mama Kat is opening a can of worms here! 1.) What would you change about your life if you could? Way, way back in the mid-1990s I had a job that left me with a lot of time on my hands. My good friend S had a similar job. So, we took to the internet to amuse ourselves. This was before Perez and Go Fug Yourself existed so we had to make up our own…
