Published by admin on 13 Jun 2016

About Password Protected Posts

I’ve had this little blog for 12 years. Recently, I went through and made just about my entire archive private. It was time for some of those weird, incomprehensible early posts to stop living on the internet and it was time for other reasons.  I’m all grown up and a different writer now than I was back then.  I do, however, stand by everything I’ve written, even the really terribly overwrought stuff, maybe especially that.  As far as diaries go, this one is the longest I’ve ever been able to keep consistently and I hope I’ll be able to keep writing here until we can use our mind writers and my grandchildren are telling me, “No, grandma, you just think it.  NO, NOT THAT WAY.” All of this is to say, occasionally a post is going to pop here that is password protected.  It’s not my favorite thing. I HATE having to ask for a password when I’m reading a blog and there’s a post that’s protected, so I get it. But I also need to be able to write somewhere that’s safe and that I can share with a limited audience.  I hope you understand.  Finally, I’ll leave you with this Anne Lamott quote that I find useful in times like this.

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” – ANNE LAMOTT



Published by admin on 06 Jun 2016

Look what I just made

It’s upside down and slightly baggy, but I did it! And no more weird fading/staining on the cushion.  YAY.
Put a bird on it

I have one more to do, and this time I’ll over think it and probably make it upside down again but at least I’ll be THINKING about it.

Published by admin on 03 May 2016

Feminist Ranting on Twitter

Since my twitter account is private now – here are the tweets.

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And then I found out that it was an “original script.” FINE. OK. You win Hollywood. YOU WIN. Women can’t write shit. 


Published by admin on 26 Mar 2016

Monthly Manny

Well, he grew a little hair and those dimples developed nicely.

1 month…
1 Month 1 Day

6 months…
6 Months

12 months…
12 Months

24 months…
24 months!

Published by admin on 25 Mar 2016

0, 1, 2

He is so tiny! I forgot they are so tiny!



Published by admin on 21 Mar 2016

Room Sharing – Part 1

Moses has been asking for us to move Manny into his room for about 6 months now and since Moses is such a great sleeper and Manny is such an awful sleeper, we’ve been reluctant.  But Moses played the long game and one day said, “If Manny is in my room, I can just talk to him and tell him it’s ok and we can look at each other at night and everything will be ok.” Someone has been reading his “How to Manipulate Parents” manual…

We purchased bunk beds that can be separate twin beds and assembled one of the beds this weekend. Leaving Moses’ toddler bed in Moses room for Manny to sleep on.  Moses was so stoked.  Manny… Well, Manny was Manny.  He managed to skip his nap on Saturday and Moses didn’t nap either so we got them both to sleep in a record 5 minutes on Saturday night.  At 7:30pm.  I felt like I had won the lottery. So many hours of freedom! What could I possibly do with all that time?  (Surf the internet and watch S’s movie, FTR.)

Moses woke up at midnight crying because Manny wasn’t in the room with him.  I shined the flashlight on Manny and showed Moses that he was still there and Moses went right back to sleep.  Manny woke up at 1:30am pretty freaked out that he wasn’t in his crib (he was in Moses’ toddler bed) and well, I slept on the chaise all night while Manny farted on me.  Literally.

Last night also was not a record for getting them to sleep because Manny had to take an extended poop break, but Moses was asleep by the time Manny returned to the room and Manny fell asleep pretty quickly there after at around 8:45pm.  Then Manny woke up at 1:30pm once again pissed off that he wasn’t in his crib and it was S’s turn to manage the night time and he… didn’t.  He just took him back into his old room, rocked him to sleep and put him in his crib, where he slept until 7am.

So… things are going about as expected. Can’t wait for tonight.

Published by admin on 09 Mar 2016


Just a couple that I thought of.

Moses: forces = horses (also seaforce)

Manny: Otay! = Okay

Manny: Yet go! = Let go.

Manny: Tars = Cars and stars



Published by admin on 03 Mar 2016

How Not to Be a Mean Person No One Likes

I posted a link on FaceBook earlier today – it was a New York Times review type thing of my show. And I said, “I can’t count the number of times someone has told me, “I HATE reality TV,” immediately after I’ve told them I work in reality TV. (Note: Stop doing that people, it’s very rude.)” And I thought I’d repeat it here, because, damn, some people are really rude.

I feel a certain kinship with lawyers because of this.  I feel like reality TV producers and lawyers are the only two professions where it’s socially acceptable to straight up say to our faces, “You’re basically garbage.  A garbage human. A human piece of garbage.”

The same people who say they hate reality TV usually go on to say they NEVER watch it, ugh, how could they ever watch such shit? And I am still there with a frozen smile on my face wondering how to get away from them and find the lawyers because we can just laugh and drink our expensive booze in peace.

So, next time you ask someone what they do, if you aren’t prepared to politely say, “Oh! That’s very interesting, tell me more about it,” don’t ask.

You’re welcome, America.

Published by admin on 22 Jan 2016

Moses, 3 years 6 months

This little list of questions is going around Facebook, and since I can never find anything on Facebook when I need to find it, I figured I’d bring it back old school and blog it.

Make a Wish

1. What is something I always say to you?
Hoppy doody!  (This is hilarious, mostly because this is something he and his friends came up with and torture teachers with.  They are three.)

2. What makes me happy?
When I fly something. (He was throwing his parachute man around when I was asking these questions.)

3. What makes me sad?
When I do something naughty.  (Oh! He is listening!)

4. How do I make you laugh?
With an elephant. (No idea.)

5. What was I like I as a child?
A dinosaur. (My kid is a jerk.)

6. How old am I?
3! “How old am *I*?” 3?

7. How tall am I?
10 tall.

8. What’s my favorite thing to do?
Do your work. (Hey! My kid knows I love my job!)

9. What do I do when you’re not around?

10. What am I really good at?

11. What is something I’m not good at?

12. What do I do for a job?
Go to work! “But what do I do when I’m at work?” Work with your friends!

13. What is my favorite food?

14. What do you enjoy doing with me?


Published by admin on 10 Dec 2015

Moses Stuff

Moses is getting so tall and smart and one day I told him to stop growing and then I started to fake cry when he said he needed to grow bigger. He said, “Don’t cry mommy, I’ll always be your little baby!” And then I almost started to real cry, but hey, that’s neither here nor there.

Now he tells me just about every day that he’s getting taller and taller and taller and taller, and I fake cry and he tells me it’s ok I’ll always be your baby!

Am I giving him a complex? Maybe?

Three is so fun, you guys.

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