So this is my 100th post. There’s a kind-of tradition in bloglandia that for your 100th post, you write out 100 things about yourself. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and as yet have not made that list.
People say pregnancy prepares you for childbirth in ways you might not normally expect. The . . . → Read More: rock the boob 100 times
It’s fig season in our backyard. Brown Turkey Figs. The trick is to pick them when they’re ripe, but before the birds or squirrels find out that they’re ripe.
(Hey, that shape is oddly familiar.)
Actually I should say “squirrel” singular, since I’m pretty sure we just have the one. And he’s not . . . → Read More: fig season & mother’s little helper
Burger for breakfast? Not just a burger, but one half of a leftover burger, cold from the fridge, with cold barbecue sauce, onions, and bacon, and mushy whole wheat bun, from yesterday’s lunch.
Bill Maher has gone from just annoying to truly evil. My fear is that he’s actually manipulated me by acting like such a jerk. I mean, did he say all those horrible things to make me want to breastfeed in public? If he did, it worked, but what an ugly ugly ugly way to create . . . → Read More: breastfeeding in the news
The other day, Martha Stewart was addressing her studio audience. I’ll paraphrase, though I’m sure there’s a YouTube clip of this somewhere…
“How many of you have ever heard of a blog? How many of you have not? About half and half. Well, we’re very happy to have some bloggers here.” Gestures to bloggers, a . . . → Read More: waiting for something exciting to happen
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