Famous among dozens
An actual quote from my Baby Update newsletter, in a message to partners of pregnant women:
“Understand, too, that as her pregnancy progresses, she may feel unattractive at times. Even if you think that she is, don’t let on. Tell her she’s beautiful.”
I tell my niece about a toy called Webkinz, which is sort of like a cross between a Cabbage Patch Kid and a Tamagotchi.
Me: You go online to adopt it, and then you feed it and take care of it.
Emma: Oooo! I like controlling things.
-Are you gonna have some time kicking around New York between meetings?
-Some time on Tuesday, why?
-There are some elevators I think you might want to check out.
-Oooo!
1. Megan, Will You Be My Mom? or Amazing Spider Cakes and Knitted Wig
Oops. Didn’t realize this was set for private viewing only.2. Portrait of Dorian Champ or Heather Never Ages
3. Where’s My X-Acto Knife? or Sigh-Worthy Paper Cuts
Does anyone else have this running through their heads?
“SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!
And you’re to blame,
Darlin’ you give looooove a bad name (bad name).”
What about now, suckers?
From Esquire‘s October 2006 edition:
“I don’t think I can affect anything about the political decisions in our country or in other countries. I just want to make movies. I want to entertain people and make it a funner place. Wars and stuff: That’s not fun.” –David Lehre, Filmmaker (age 21)
Alice, over at Finslippy, just posted about one of my very favorite prompts fromNo One Cares What You Had for Lunch. It’s about bringing back beloved words that no one uses any more. A few of my favorites pulled from her comments section:
Cinchy, meaning easy to do.
Fie as a curse word.
“I’m all sixes and sevens,” meaning “off my game.”
Poppycock, as an expression of disbelief.
“I’ve got a hitch in my git-along,” meaning “I feel stiff.”
Zozzled, meaning drunk.
What words do you adore?
Yesterday I woke up obscenely early for an interview on the KFOG morning show. I love radio interviews, as DJs are the only people on the planet who are more uncomfortable with conversational lulls than me. Anyway, have a listen.
Melissa of the excellent Suburban Bliss just did her first No One Cares What You Had for Lunch post. Turns out that the outside of her refrigerator is a frickin’ time capsule. And you? Pony up, kids. What’s on your fridge?
Put links to your refrigerator images or lists in the comments, and I’ll leave them open until the spammers close in. Maybe we’ll even do a Best of Fridges roundup.
Leta is two and a half. She is playing with some colorful stacking round boxes on the deck. She counts them, says their colors, and then begins again. After about fifteen minutes of this, I decide to change things up.
-This blue is actually navy blue, Leego.
-NAVY! BLUE!
-And this is sky blue.
-SKYBLUE!
-And this kind of green is… Well… it’s chartreuse.
–Blank stare.
-Char!
-CHAR!
-Treuse!
-TOOOS!
-Chartreuse!
-CHOOS!
-Awesome.
We repeat this process two more times, and she’s got it completely. Same game, new colors. Bryan shakes his head and laughs. Later, Jon is making Leta beans and asks what kind of bowl she’d like. She says, “I prefer yellow.”
And it occurs to me that the kid doesn’t like eating much because her parents are obviously putting foul-tasting smart serum in her food.
Mighty Girl 