Just Another Day

My sister bought me the cutest little plant. And even though I usually have much luck with plants, it is one in an alarmingly fast succession of plants that I am managing to kill. What about you- green thumb or black thumb?

Now, I'm sure you all remember that I washed our cell phone, right? And that was after I had lost a brand new one mere days after getting it. With me still? Well, we got a new one. And Hubba-hubba forbid me to use it. At first, I tried to pretend I didn't want it. I would mutter under my breath that he could take his stupid cell phone and sleep with it if he liked it that much. Then, on a day when I took Mr. P and one of his buddies out for the day, I was annoyed that he wouldn't at least let me have it on days when I was going to be out. And with someone else's child! What if his mom had needed to get hold of me as we were bowling? What then? And to be honest, I think Hubba-hubba enjoyed it. He so very rarely has anything he can hold over my head that he needed to revel in it for a while. It is a feeling he doesn't get to experience very often, so he apparently felt he needed to milk it for all he was worth. Then one day we had an argument about shooting water guns...

Is it already almost Wednesday? This week has totally flown by me so far. Sunday, we went to the La Brea Tar Pits, and for those of you not from this area, it is the premier fossil site in the United States, at least for animals from a certain period, most likely ending with -cene. As is Pleistocene or whatever. I was watching the little movie, but for some reason wasn't paying whole lot of attention. They really do have a tar pit there, and it is pretty cool too see it bubbling up with methane every few seconds. Mr. P was utterly fascinated, and even more so when we found eruptions of tar on the ground. He was able to poke sticks in it and other various plant materials, which trumped the entire museum. We should have just saved the seven bucks a pop and let him play with the dang tar. But this is what I have been waiting for, the day when we can take him to a museum and he can truly process all the information. He's been to museums, but mostly of the child-centered kind. ...

And not just because I just put on a sweater. You guys made me feel so much better on the first day. I mean, even if you are lying (and if you are, you should become professional liars, because I totally believe you) it still was so nice. Big smooches to all of you, except perhaps Corky, who I think would get just a little too excited. And, I now seem to be dealing with a son who has turned into a mercenary. All he can think of is money. How to get it. How he wants more. How he wants to be rich, richer than anyone in the whole world. I really need to have him stop watching Aladdin. So, we have instituted an allowance, of which he has to give about ten percent to charity, twenty percent he has to save, and the rest is his to do with has he pleases. Oh, yeah, and today I found out it would cost over seven hundred dollars to fix our regrigerator. Can anyone say, new refrigerator time? P.S. I have a new post up over there . Well, pretty much every day I will have a new post up ther...

Well, today is the day for the launch of the new blog. Well, sometime Monday morning. I'm just the hired help, I don't make the big calls. It is called Teeny Manolo . Please, please, link to it, bookmark it, subscribe to it. Even if you NEVER look at it again, it will help ensure that I still have a job four months from now. You think I'm kidding, don't you? Well, I'm not, so start right-clicking! Oh, but if you do happen to go on to the site, feel free to leave comments like, "Glinda, you are hilarious!" or "Glinda, you are so funny, how do you stand yourself?" But, can I just say how excited I am to be doing this? Can I now call myself a "writer" and not be sort of lying? I had been a fan of the Manolo for a while, and had subscribed to his site for months and months before he put out an open call for writers for a blog on kids and parenting, and of course, shoes and clothes. There was a nameless person (don't worry, it is ...

Many many moons ago, I volunteered for a meme over at Pole Hill Sanitarium . Silly me, I allowed Dr. S to assign me a letter of the alphabet and then I was to list all of my favorite things that began with that letter. My friends, he gave me the letter P. I was stumped. I could think of perhaps three things. And this whole time, I haven't been able to think of any more. Purses- I love purses! All kinds! Pugs- You either love them or hate them, and I think they are so cute! Plants- I really like plants! They are pretty and green and they help the environment, what's not to like? Pasta- Ok, you guys reminded me of that one. Ok, so now it is your turn- Give me something you really like that begins with the letter P. And this is a family blog, so keep it clean! Yes, I'm talking to you .

Have you ever visited Allrecipes ? It's one of my favorite sites. Oh yeah, the recipes are good. But what I really like to do is read the recipe reviews left by people. No matter what the recipe, it seems there is always someone who gives it five stars. It could be some god-awful thing like bacon-wrapped cupcakes and somebody's gonna love it. Then, there are the people who give the recipe four or five stars, but add that they only rated it that high because they themselves strayed from the recipe and added garlic powder, peppercorns and maple syrup. And of course, these might have been a fine addition to the recipe, but they rarely list the quantity, thus making their comment absolutely useless. Unless of course, you have time to muck around with peppercorns, and if so, my hat is off to you. Sometimes you will get a fairly incomprehensible commenter who is channeling James Joyce's Ulysses, because it will be a stream-of-consciousness essay on what kind of night it was ...