thematically fickle

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For whatever reason, I received a catalog from “Birkis” today. Have you seen their shoes? They’re obviously the toothless bastard cousin of Crocs (which I loathe just slightly more than cotton jersey culotte pants). To look at them is to realize everything that is wrong with America, an offense that is underscored when mom, [...]

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I woke up this morning in what I like to refer to as Soap Star Mode. Just like Hope Brady coming out of a coma, I had a smile on my face, last night’s lipstick matted on my lips, all my makeup in tact, hair full and bouncy with just enough muss to it. [...]

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Ruby, like many three-year olds, is a creature of habit. Every time she wants to watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, snack time (morning and afternoon), dinner, weekends and holidays—she wants to watch Pocahontas or Mulan. Whenever we let her watch a video—which is only at breakfast, lunch, dinner, weekends and holidays (snack [...]

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Only robbers and gypsies say that one must never return where one has once been. -Kierkegaard
As I stood in the travel store watching Ruby thumb through a book on India, followed by one on Japan and yet another on Myanmar, it occurred to me as it often does before I travel, that there are so [...]

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Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake?
Him: …
Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important.
Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up?
Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work?
Him: Yup.
Me: REALLY?!
Him: Already washed. Laying flat [...]

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(*Slightly re-vamped and completely regurgitated from a previous blog post. To my very kind and faithful readers—all my you-go-girl!ers and even to my I-read-your-blog-because-I-love-to-hate-youers— my apologies for being redundant.)
I don’t know what got into me with Ruby’s birthday festivities this year, but I put it in my head that I had to perform like a [...]

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Ruby called my name at 3 o’clock this morning. She didn’t sound too distressed but I went to her anyway because she was longing and because I’m trained like that. I shuffled down the hall to her room without opening my eyes since keeping them closed for as long as possible when meeting her late-night [...]

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Did you know that the hypothalmus regulates (among other things) breathing and sexual satisfaction? Maybe that’s why, even when my man has a horrendous cold that causes fatigue, a sore throat and congestion so severe that breathing is difficult even when he’s laying perfectly motionless, he still wants to “bury his face in [my] ass.” [...]

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