tv on a school night

cuz "mom always said, don't play ball in the house"

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Thar She Blows!!!

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Timber!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so bizarrely fried from my re-entry into the work world that I can't manage a post tonight, so perhap...
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Hey. Make Me Over. Tell Me Do You Like What You See.

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Haircuts all around today, as I too happen to have gotten a bit of a makeover in the form of a cute short pixie cut (not that I haven’t had ...
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Thursday, October 4, 2007

Holy Crap! This is Real!

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This photo has nothing to do with last night's episode, but speaks to two things: 1. How HOT Jaslene is and 2. How uninspired I was by a...
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

What Have You Done Today...?

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If you watch The Biggest Loser , as I always do, you know how the song goes: “What have you done today to make yourself proud?!” This is an...
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Friday, September 21, 2007

Cargo Capris are for Ditch Digging

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If cargo capris are, according to Veronica Webb, solely for ditch digging (but how about that parallel alliteration, folks!), then perhaps t...
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Pretty Girls With Stanky Attitudes

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I always go for the cute pixie cut girl, which always makes Stu wonder why the hell I'm constantly pissing and moaning about my growing ...
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The Giants Win the Pennant! The Giants Win the Pennant!

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Perhaps Jaslene's win isn't as historically significant, but when they showed her winning face on that screen tonight, I felt as gid...
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As Brenda said to Kelly in that pivotal episode of 90210, if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck...then it's a momblog. But Magritte argued that his image, which looked a whole hell of a lot like a pipe was in fact not a pipe, but merely the image of a pipe. And such is how I feel as a mother much of the time--like the image of a mother. It's possible I just play one on TV. I can't cook a meal, I can't make anything by hand, and after two and a half years of parenting, I can still barely figure out how to get my kid in and out of his car seat. But what I am good at is loving my kid. And my barely existent non-mom life. And sometimes balancing the two proves challenging. And funny. And possibly worth writing about.
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