OK. I feel like I’m the last one to arrive to the Gotye (AKA Wally De Backer) party, and not only that — almost everyone else has already gone home and I’m that latecomer who the host tries to prevent from coming in but can’t because they’re too drunk. You know what I’m talking about. … Continue reading »
EVERYBODY SING!!! Beers in good restaurants with 40 kinds on tap, G who’ll watch people while sitting on M’s lap, Songs on the jukebox that make us all swing, These are a few of my favorite things! Hoppy beer, lambic, or cocktails with Chartreuse, big hugs and back rubs and nice flowers “just ’cause”, Walks … Continue reading »
Really. The other night M and G and I went to our local cafe after dinner for some warm drinks and yummy dessert. G has a great time at the cafe. He loves to people watch, and always makes a new friend or two because apparently M and I aren’t the only ones who think … Continue reading »
The doorbell rings. The children sing. The adults sing, too, but only halfheartedly with busy hands full of scarves and lonely single mittens… and busy heads full of lists and anxious “what if”s rather than words to a time-worn carol. As always, there are somehow too many sopranos. How are there always too many sopranos? … Continue reading »
Dear Dr. Demento, I do not know what you have your doctorate in. I do not know how you came to have your own radio show. I do not know how you managed to have so many cool friends who are so entertaining. And frankly, I don’t care. I’m just thankful you were around to … Continue reading »
So, only two people have signed up so far for Twitter Literature 2011! I have this sinking suspicion that our final product is going to look something like this: Me: It was a dark and stormy night kitchen. TLanceB: A, B, and C stared in horror through the splattered windows at the approaching zombie horde, … Continue reading »
Sundays are heaven at my house, because my husband is awesome, and I am a heathen. During the week, M gets up at 7 with G and I get a blessed hour (sometimes more) of sleep to myself in bed, all alone. This is what he offered to do since he’s not up with G … Continue reading »
I shimmied. I John Travolta’d. I hustled. And let me tell you, it’s a b**ch to hustle without a partner. I clapped, I jived. I even used *gasp* jazz hands. And when I head Donald Duck sing “Boogay, boogay” I fell over laughing, and so did G (in his crib where he can still fall … Continue reading »
I am a Monty Python fan. I owned a python once (how did that not make it onto my list of “I have done“s???), and its name was NOT “Monty”. Everyone names their snake “Monty”. No, mine was named “Eric”, and that’s how you can tell I’m a more discerning Python devotee, because ALL animals … Continue reading »
At the risk of practically repeating Literal Mom‘s post, my Song That Sucks is “Too Close” performed by NEXT. Now look. I’m not a prude. I get my sexy on. I like dancing close. I was certainly guilty of “grinding” a little back in the day when out at a club, though that wasn’t my … Continue reading »
