Monthly Archives: August 2009

Mike wants horrible shoes.

This is my friend Mike:

Im bored with you.

white suit, bitches.

Mike has requested that I post an entry about shoes. Pixie shoes.

I know what you’re thinking:

tights!

tights!

But it’s more along the lines of this:

Free eyeball slicer included!

Free eyeball slicer included!

He says he really wants these shoes, and he wants me to post about them because of their perceived awesomeness, but I suspect it has more to do with making the spider entry go away, or at least move farther down the page.

Particularly because he said, “I really just want the spider to go away.”

our new neighbor

This little lady has started hanging out outside our doorway.

Am I poisonous?

Am I poisonous?

(Ok, so maybe she’s not so little. She also looks a bit like a brown widow spider, which are kind of venomous and maybe not the coolest things to have hanging around. But I digress.)

For the past several days, I’ve been greeted in the mornings by really, really big spiderwebs in and around our outside landing, and each day they get a little closer to our door. When I got home last night, her web spanned the entire width of our door, like a big people net.

Which, of course, reminded me of this.

(it was a good plan.)

(it was a good plan.)

Daily Dose of Angry

Instant Angry: Read this account of a recent town hall meeting on health care.

I mean, fuck.
Seriously?

Obama-as-Hitler posters? Someone yelling at the disabled lady whose insurance dropped her that “I shouldn’t have to pay for your health care”?

Are we really this ugly a nation?

places you shouldn’t be twittering

I’ll spare you the rest of the top 10 list and get right to number 1.

That would be the birthing room. Yes, people. The fucking birthing room.

If you don’t have time to read the whole article, here’s a highlight from childbirth tweeter Terra Carmichael:

“At the moment nothing went through my head. It was just like, ‘This is how I’m feeling and so this is going out there and if you don’t like it you don’t have to read it,’ ” she said. “Afterwards, I was like ‘I hope I wasn’t too gross or graphic.'”

If there is ever a moment during which “nothing is going through my head,” I promise not to share it with any of you. Cause it’s probably, well, not a good idea.

(See also. Ten bucks says Terra’s on there, too. Ten bucks!)

goal setting

I like to set meaningful goals for myself so that I continue to be a productive member of society.

My goal for today is not to sweat all over myself.

Poop Club

just cause it happened doesnt mean you have to tell everyone.

First rule of poop club is no talking about poop club.

I’m very, very grateful to have friends who know which stories about their kids are for sharing and which ones are not.

You are not all this lucky.

This blog is for you.

ways hippies torture their children

I got this notice yesterday for a new camp being offered in my town:

Can’t get your child to eat veggies?

Send them to The GREAT Vegetable Mystery, a week of cooking, singing, songwriting and art all about VEGETABLES! Whole food chef and holistic nutrition educator Monica Corrado and singer/songwriter and visual artist Rachel Cross are teaming up to lead this week-long summer camp for children ages 9 to 12, Monday-Friday, August 3-7 from 9a-1:30pm in Takoma Park/Silver Spring. This is not about hiding vegetables in their food; it’s about having children get to know fresh, local vegetables in the kitchen. While they learn how to soup, salad, puree, pickle, and bake, they will also discover the answers to the following questions:

  • what color veggie is highest in Vitamin C?
  • does it matter if veggies are raw or cooked? naked or dressed?
  • what vegetable can help you feel better when you have a cold?
  • can fries and chips are good for you? which ones? why?
  • what process maximizes nutrients in the vegetables you eat, and helps you digest your food?

They’ll be eating kale before the week is out!J

Im totally not getting my sex and drinking here, am I? RWWWWRRRRRRR!

Hippies! RWWWWRRRRRRR!