Sweetney

Honey?

Just had to quickly share this: M_ has been weirdly obsessed with the image from this Threadless T-shirt for the past month (she caught me looking at it on my laptop, and completely lost her proverbial shit over it). As in, its become one of her stock jokes (“Honey?”) and the image itself is now installed as the desktop wallpaper on her computer. So it was almost like Christmas had come again this afternoon when our mailperson delivered this:

I think that smile says it all, man.

PS: And now I bring to you one of my patented, wholly unrelated and totally random edits (shut up, you know you love it): have ye beheld Bloggy McBlog Blog yet? Its a guddun, folks. I can't wait until next Monday... and the Monday after that... and the Monday after that... [Thanks, John!]

Mama Said There'd Be Days Like These

Or at least some song told me she did.

Anyway, hmm... I don't know what to say. M_'s having some, well, problems. And I don't feel at liberty to discuss the specifics, for the sake of her privacy, but have no fear, its nothing life-threatening or grandly disastrous. I mention this only because in the past 24 hours I've realized that I'm going to need to refocus my energies with her, away from the internet, at least for a little while. So I may be posting less, or seem at touch distracted or scattered (well, more so than usual), and I wanted you to know why.

Xmas Shopping Countdown: 14 days

This isn't how you planned it. You were supposed to be done with holiday shopping by now, a mere two weeks before xmas. But you aren't. And, more than that, you're tired and out of gift ideas and on a kind of zombified autopilot, counting down the last days of work before your vacation. The thought of searching around for still more gift items fills you with despair and dread. I feel you, holmes. So I'm here to help.

For the next fourteen days I'll be posting here at least one holiday shopping recommendation per day -- things I covet myself and/or have personally enjoyed recently, and in any case heartily endorse as fine gift selections this or any year. To put it another way: here's some cool shit I like that you should totally buy, yo.

The Sweetney.com Holiday Gift Guide

I have only one solitary thing to offer here, but I believe its something that will truly be the perfect selection for anyone on your holiday gift-giving list, young and old alike.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our beloved Pat's Diary Of Indignities.

Okay, so it doesn't come out until the spring... but you can just pre-order that shizzle and hand out the IOUs like candy this December, right?

Seriously, I'm so happy I could spit.

EDIT: If you need a few more ideas, check out last year's gift guide.

Grrrrls Who Wear Glasses.

A momentous moment of momentousness is upon us, friends. It is a day that comes perhaps once every decade. TRACEY IS GOING TO GET NEW GLASSES TOMORROW. I KNOW! AREN'T YOU JUST GOING TO LOSE YOUR SHIT?!?!

Okay, so perhaps everyone isn't as excited about this as I am. Understandable. But maybe helping me decide what style of glasses to get will raise the excitement level a titch, hmm?

Small Roar.

Shopping alert! Incredibly adorable and cool baby clothes, made by a friend of a friend.

Were M_ still baby-nuggety, you know she'd be wearing this.

Mmm... Delicious (Cheap) Booooze...

Dreams DO come true, friends. WOOT!

It Turns Out That “Catfight” is actually spelled F-L-O-A-M.

Its guest post time here at sweetney.com!

Mostly because my friend Andrea cracked my shit up with the following post (and the comments on the blog she links to are INSANE):

RE: Your Need To Know.

Obviously ya'll needed to be hepped to the following:

Music: Clea Hantman is such a busy little bee it makes my head all spiny just thinking about it. She runs two MP3 blogs chock full o' goodness: (sm)all ages (awesome music for kids and parents alike), and yer little sister (indie/alt/punk mp3 blog). She's also a writer, and clearly doesn't sleep much. Or at all.

Couture: My friend Debbie now has a site, 60 Bugs, devoted to selling her very cool hand-embroidered clothes for babies and toddlers (plus some awesome stitched pillowcases). Buy, buy, buy!

Sweetneydom: I'm having some difficulties with comment spam filters I recently implemented, which sometimes leads to valid comments getting snagged and shuffled off to comment purgatory (which I can retrieve them from, but its a manual process and I'm not checking it hourly or anything), thus leading to a delay in some comments getting published. SO: if a comment of yours doesn't appear to be showing up, please don't wig out. I'll (eventually) see it and push it through, and in time these kinks will straighten themselves out. Werd up.

When Bloggers Collide.

So my friend Amy, of Amalah fame, drove up to the fair Charm City on Sunday for brunching and what not. We'd been planning to meet for a while, and actually had made plans to hook up the weekend after Valentine's Day, but you know why those were foiled. The whole planning process was a perfect example of how difficult it is to negotiate a social life once you have a kid. Sure, we live only one hour away from each other, but who's gonna go where? And for how long? And are husbands available to watch children? And let's keep in mind that we can't stay out too late or drink too much, because to be tired and/or hungover the next day while attempting to navigate childcare and work-type duties would be unfathomable... and so on, and so forth. Its almost like we're fucking adults or something. [shudder]