The Ghost of Motherhood Future

In a desperate bid for more television hours to fill our depleted Tivo, I record a show called Yummy Mummy. They’re doing a makeover segment on a mom who collects holiday sweaters.

Mom: And this is a Christmas sweater! But I wear it throughout the winter because it’s a nice wintry scene.

Me: Stop it.

Mom: And this is my Halloween sweater.

Me: Stop it… Stop.

Mom: This is my Valentine’s Day sweater, with all the hearts.

Me: Stop it.

Bryan: She can’t hear you.

Me:…

Mom: And this is another Christmas sweater.

Me: …

Mom: And I even have all the jewelry to match!

Me: Stop it.

Bryan: Maybe you should watch something else.

Metabolism Through the Years

So, Maggie, what have you been doing? Well, friends, I have been asleep. In addition, I have been preparing snacks. And then there’s all the eating and resting I’ve been up to.

Also, I’ve been sharing embarrassing photos of myself in high school on heavily trafficked Web sites. Head over to check out my high-waist Daisy Dukes and my worried-looking glamour shot.

However, I must say, after spending months waddling around with a carton of ice cream in my hand, it’s hard to feel embarrassed about any photo in which I weighed roughly 63 pounds. Not impossible, but hard.

Ok. No.

So I’ve mentioned before that I sometimes come across weird stuff in my online shopping forays. But, people, what the ever loving hell is THIS? A “black man bottle opener” for sale, on Amazon, in 2006? This is not what we mean by diversity in the marketplace, retailers.

NPR Interview!

I see from comments that many of you heard it, but Andrea Seabrook interviewed me on NPR’s Weekend Edition Sunday. We talked about Mighty Goods and online holiday shopping, and I tried not to swallow my tongue.

Since then, traffic on Mighty Goods has been going mad. I’m greatly relieved that I didn’t think too much about how many people listen to NPR, because in retrospect in makes me a little queasy. It wasn’t a live interview, so they cut out all of my “hrms” and “ehhhrrrms,” making me sound like an utterly reasonable human being. Ah, the magic of radio.

Go listen!