More diet-related bitching and moaning here. Feel free to skip.
Independence
02/27/2007
Okay, so I think we’ve pretty well established that I’m kind of a big lazy-ass. Or seemingly so. Were I to frame things from my own perspective, I might instead cast myself as “A woman who enjoys leisure,” or “A connoisseur of respite.” For if tasked with conjuring up in my imagination an ideal day-in-the-life … CONTINUE READING »
She doesn't know the half of it
02/26/2007
Her, spying my flabby, pock-and-stretch marked belly as I lift a shirt over my head: Mommy! What happened to your tummy? Me: Umm, I had a baby. You. Her, with genuine sadness: I’m sorry. Me: Well, its a little too late for sorry. So how many dollars worth of therapy do you think that whole … CONTINUE READING »
Thinking perhaps a leeettle *too* differently
02/23/2007
This is brilliant: For shame, Apple! PS: Since starting up Sweetney I’ve liveblogged the Oscars here every year, but with the advent of Mamapop I’ll instead be doin’ the do over there this Sunday night, starting at 8pm EST. Join me, won’t you? Oh and speaking of the bald, shiny guy: have you yet entered … CONTINUE READING »
The flesh is willing. The brain? Eh, not so much.
02/22/2007
Yesterday I approached the monumental task of going through M’s old clothes, sorting and organizing them for delivery to friends with younger kidlets. Which sounds like a simple task, but people, you have no earthly idea of the downright ABSURD amount of clothing this child has accumulated over four short years of life. An incomplete … CONTINUE READING »
