tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146127842024-08-30T00:50:41.720-04:00Modest GoddessSucking the marrow out of lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-91097736195505550142010-06-03T22:10:00.002-04:002010-06-03T22:13:24.946-04:00
Here's what we did for fun yesterday after dinner but before the strawberry shortcake.
And then we danced some more!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-38131234330411398122010-04-04T23:16:00.003-04:002010-04-04T23:24:50.746-04:00BunniesBack in the day, we didn't have the Dumb Bunnies. But we do now, and the world is a better place. Dav Pilkey, who is also the genius behind Captain Underpants, is a god to Little Big Man. He was delighted to find that he could illustrate and print out his own pictures from Pilkey's Web site. He doodled our family on the bottom. Someday, I hope to have pupils.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-69232532174261423592010-03-31T22:41:00.002-04:002010-03-31T22:45:51.364-04:00Little Big Man drew this picture of his dad the other day. It's his dad about to get hit by a meteor. There's Big Big Man, hanging out, enjoying the day LOOK OUT!!! YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET HIT BY A METEOR!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-44728878930221215642009-09-14T10:57:00.002-04:002009-09-14T10:59:27.258-04:00An interesting theory on infertility rates: Women's bodies have evolved to make it even tougher for sperm to fertilize an egg, says a Tel Aviv University researcher:'Evolutionary war' may be real cause of fertility problemsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-44390629809632265512009-06-13T10:32:00.006-04:002009-06-13T11:08:10.159-04:00Goodbye, old sodWe signed a contract to sell our house Thursday. It's too big, too expensive and too much work and we're tired of keeping up with it all. Paying a mortgage on rooms we don't use meant to house children who don't exist seems more and more silly, especially as we face so much uncertainty in the journalism field.The people who are buying it are a relentlessly enthusiastic couple fromUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-17260635976768835572009-05-06T00:22:00.001-04:002009-05-06T00:40:35.344-04:00Career Day7:30 a.m.: Off to high school. Totter down sidewalk in carefully chosen heels and outfit meant to convey respectability but youth and fun too. Snow whistles from sky – first day of spring.7:33 a.m.: Realize have forgotten to bring copy of paper I work for. But cannot face walk back down block in heels lugging bag of handouts and business cards. Call husband on cell to complain.7:40 a.m.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-37295009705500818442009-02-26T15:17:00.002-05:002009-02-26T15:21:32.611-05:00Of all the ways that infertility could have exploded on the national scene, it seems incredibly unlikely that it would be through a woman who appears not to have actually been infertile. Nadya Suleman's story is not that of a typical IVF patient who struggles to bear one child, but about someone who had 14 -- which appears to us IVF veterans way more than her fair share.While we may be annoyed Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-55426836887306289232009-01-27T20:59:00.006-05:002009-01-27T22:09:03.729-05:00Did I tell you about the turkey vultures? Big Big Man and I were jogging by the horse properties near his mother's house when we saw about 30 of them, perched in a dead tree no less. We'd seen three earlier, high up in a cottonwood, and scoffed at them, but they patiently ignored us. They were in exactly the same place on our return. We'll be here. Don't worry. Waiting for you.Laveen, Arizona, isUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-925532429794627712009-01-15T02:01:00.001-05:002009-01-15T02:04:26.065-05:00Mommy just had to have a little tiny lie-down on the couch yesterday in between bringing Little Big Man home from therapy and emptying the dishwasher before heading off to work, and Little Big Man obligingly turned down the volume of play so much that Mommy fell into a deep, deep sleep for about six and a half minutes. And when she woke up, things were quiet ... too quiet."Joe?" Mommy called fromUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-84317394992686170682009-01-03T01:36:00.014-05:002009-01-03T02:12:22.541-05:00Our cat Elvis has mercifully died, leading me to wonder if I might have supernatural powers. Early this year, I asked God to preserve Hillary in the early primaries, and he did. This month, after cleaning up a liquid puddle of cat poo from the floor for about the 700th time, I asked God for Elvis to die before the new year. And sure enough, Elvis woke up on Dec. 31 extremely ill -- vomiting and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-3855925254646054612008-12-11T15:01:00.000-05:002008-12-11T15:02:50.922-05:00I’ve ignored every year the fact that my father is going to drive home drunk from whatever holiday function he goes to, because I can’t figure out what to do about it. He won’t let his wife drive home. He refuses rides. If someone takes away his keys, he rages, kicks garbage pails and tries to slug guys a third his age (see the party of July 4, 2005), shouts insults (see the wedding of October Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-36287848239224203932008-12-04T13:05:00.003-05:002008-12-04T13:07:59.489-05:00Here's an amusing survey from Duke University. My answer to the question about innovative alarm clocks: Have your alarm clock starting answering your e-mail with inappropriate messages until you get out of bed.Duke innovation surveyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-29346197446040188002008-12-02T15:00:00.001-05:002008-12-02T15:00:32.300-05:00My poor mutt Cinnamon died of cancer a month ago. I had her for 11 years, when I first got her from the Coconino County Animal Shelter and introduced her to my roommates' dogs Indy and Sophie in the dusty parking lot to make sure they wouldn't kill each other. Then I squashed them into my Corolla and Big Big Man's Geo Prism and took them back to the house of fun on Cooper Street, on the lee side Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-44612498285749253262008-09-22T10:39:00.002-04:002008-09-22T11:13:42.445-04:00Big Big Man, our brother-in-law and I finished Cow Habor! Yay!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-42025617531685627082008-09-16T23:22:00.002-04:002008-09-16T23:30:59.018-04:00Big Big Man made some of his famous salmon on the barbecue the other day, and it was so freaking good, I want to share it with the world. This is good for two or three filets.Salmon marinade2 tbs maple syrup2 tbs soy sauce, 3 tbs lemon or lime juice1 tbs grainy mustard2 garlic cloves, mincedGinger, gratedWhisk it all together. Pour over salmon. Let it sit for up to an hour. Grill or bake.You can Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-37419354485330411262008-09-14T22:11:00.002-04:002008-09-14T22:45:57.198-04:00Well, it's been a sweet two months of summer since I logged in here, and I'm being mostly honest when I say I used them the way they should have been used, being outside, planting things and then eating them, buying corn on the cob from farm stands and eating them sitting outside on the patio. Have I mentioned the Weight Watchers? It's made my usual obsession with food all-consuming -- between Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-58611578136307830752008-07-15T11:06:00.002-04:002008-07-15T11:10:14.258-04:00My baby started preschool last week. He didn't let us take his picture, but he has a Spider-man backpack that he picked out and a little lunch bag. He's disappointed because he wants to play on the big playground, but has been stuck on the little kids' playground. Now that he's in school, I've vowed to start writing on his school days. Even if it's just a tiny blog post, like this!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-73869597692119877902008-06-22T01:26:00.002-04:002008-06-22T01:42:28.506-04:00I haven't posted here in awhile, partly because the idea of having to sort through all my recent experiences and decide which ones to share and how to present them has just exhausted me, but I had two cups of coffee this afternoon and I know I'm going to be awake for awhile, so I may as well give it a shot.I tried, darlings. I tried and tried and tried and tried and tried, but I simply could not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-35574031794815571172008-04-27T00:50:00.003-04:002008-04-27T01:10:12.882-04:00My pal K squared is on a mission to diversify the media I consume. She sends me stacks of books (so that I don't just continually reread "The Lord of the Rings"), gives me a subscription to Netflix (so I don't just watch "Lost" and "The Office," or nothing when they're in reruns) and now sends me a packet of CDs, intriguingly titled "Real Estate Memos," "Accounting" and "Various Worksheets," Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-15349937273651109602008-04-12T01:22:00.002-04:002008-04-12T01:36:31.388-04:00There are few things as blissful as lying on your back and eating chocolate Easter bunny while listening to Beethoven's Sixth Symphony. That's what fourth-grade me would say, shortly before chomping through the ears, head and most of the bunny torso and then realizing I had to chuck the rest out of self-preservation. Beethoven's been like comfort food to me the past couple of weeks. I have a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-68324820058927788172008-04-06T12:42:00.005-04:002008-04-06T13:19:52.868-04:00In our ever-more-pressing quest to economize, I periodically ask my husband if there is anything else in our household budget we can cut back on. (I have to keep asking because I keep forgetting what he said last time.) We keep coming back to the luxuries of basic cable and the DVR, for which we are paying about $30 a month. Well, $30 times 12 is, umm ... $360 a year ... right? I suggested to BigUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-16838605298472050042008-03-13T00:15:00.002-04:002008-03-13T00:20:14.436-04:00 I've put my impending embryo transfer on hold indefinitely, thanks to, to paraphrase Helen Hunt, those goddamn motherfucking H.M.O. bastard pieces of shit. Perhaps it's not politic of me to call them that, because they are the ones who will determine whether those three embryos of mine are ever transferred into my uterus. But someone at my HMO is out to get me. That is the only Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-39786039508341757022008-03-09T01:21:00.010-05:002008-03-13T00:33:11.364-04:00I had the good luck to see one of my trees snap in half yesterday. Yup, was just sitting there at the kitchen table idly gazing outside at the crummy weather when crack! a big thick limb splintered from the tree and crashed into the juniper bush. I know I'm not truly of the YouTube generation because if I had been, I'd have been sitting there with a video camera waiting for something spectacular Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-2402512360797691352008-02-28T01:12:00.001-05:002008-02-28T01:12:47.279-05:00My brother-in-law, by virtue of his simple but brilliant Web site that allows runners to figure out how far they've run, has landed in a show at the Museum of Modern Art. Read about it here and here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14612784.post-18803545919156804932008-02-27T00:21:00.002-05:002008-02-27T00:46:09.038-05:00Little Big Man nearly fell in the gap last week. That's the gap between LIRR trains and the platform that can range from a couple of inches wide to more than a foot. We went into the city to see Pippi Longstocking at the Swedish Marionette Theater and when it came time to hop off at Penn Station, I grabbed his hand and said, "Take a big step over the space." Instead, he stuck his foot right in itUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0