Monthly Archives: November 2006

snow day

Growing up in California (…mostly) we didn’t get to experience many snow days, but I still get a little frisson of delight every time it snows. Sky confetti! Festive! Plus, in Portland there’s very little chance that, for example, it will snow so long and hard that roads will be unpassable and I will have [...]

jiggety jig

(That’s “jiggety jig” in the “home again, home again” sense, not any sort of newfangled rap reference. If you were confused.)
We’ve been home since Saturday afternoon, but the last day and a half was spent laying around in a post-vacation daze. Home seems particularly small and cluttered after six days at Auntie Pep’s spacious abode, [...]

two for one holiday angst

Family and holidays: what could be better? And by better I mean worse. Ha! I kid. Or…do I?

Sunday kicked off a week in sunny Santa Cruz, which both Not So and I call our hometown. In the case of Not So, it’s actually the truth! I did go to high school here (well, [...]

modesty isn’t the issue

After my recent kvetching about my breastfeeding boobs, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention this story about a woman who was kicked off a plane for breastfeeding her child.
Take a moment to think about that. A woman. Kicked off a plane. For feeding her child. Why should that sentence be any different with [...]

in which I talk way, way too much about my undergarments

I used to have great boobs. I did. At 30, I had the boobs of a sixteen-year-old cheerleader. I’m only mentioning this for informational purposes.
After the baby, of course, that all changed. Where once there was perk, now there was only sag. Bras became necessary, as opposed to decorative. I went from a 34B to [...]

not that kind of carded

Since I needed socks, Happy Fun Baby and I went to Macy’s, which is in the old Meyer & Frank building and still has construction going on, like, everywhere. They’re having this crazy One Day Sale right now and I thought, what the hell, I have some time to kill. Plus, socks. It is boot [...]

one shoe

My kid has a thing about taking his shoe off. Only one. He can often be found toddling around with one bare foot, gleefully clutching his shoe or sock and waving it around like a trophy. I have shown the shoe who is boss, he says. Other shoe: you’re on notice.
Today was going to be [...]