I am so excited to have found this video on YouTube. I loved this cartoon from my Sesame Street/Electric Company years, and my brother and I can still make each other laugh reciting the girl’s shopping list. But I have never come across anyone else who remembers it. Despite many years of reminiscing about the TV world of my youth. Seeing it again for the first time since I was very small, I’m amazed at the excellent animation — the mother’s hands, the constant motion of the little girl, the Oz-like mother in the thought bubble, the sparseness of the…
Can’t stop thinking about this. Must tell you about it. Tuesday morning, Zoe and Lucy were really, really, really slow getting ready and we were really, really, really late leaving for school. I’m not terribly horribly concerned with being late for school, but Tuesday, all the not listening to me, and all the not getting ready, and all the doing other things instead of getting ready, well, it got to me. Usually I am a deep well of patience with Lucy and Zoe. Tuesday I wasn’t. So we left the house and I was not in the best mood. And…
1. A trip with Zoe, Lucy and Bob to the sublime Lake Rabun, home to the amazing waterfall you see above (but which you absolutely can’t grasp the staggering loveliness of from this picture — sorry), and vacation home of my awesome cousin Jeff and his awesome wife Sherry. 2. A new desk (along with a new lamp), built by hand by my sweet, clever, creative, hard-working husband, who may or may not look like this: Lucky little me. And thanks mom and dad for a super life!
When Zoe and Lucy were 2 1/2, Dora the Explorer moved in with us. Zoe and Lucy spent every waking moment lobbying to watch a “Dora movie.” We could stop any errant behavior by pulling out a Dora book or telling a story in the same format as a Dora story (Problem; I need your help to solve it; Go here, here and here; You did it!). She potty trained them and rewarded them for succeeding with Dora underwear. She was more essential to our lives than food. I believe if you had shown me this video while we were…
Has everyone seen The Landlord already? By Will Ferrell and his writing partner Adam McKay? That moment when he first opens the door and you see her? Perfect. Utterly perfect. Here’s a bit of the story, according to People. (Edit: Ugh, I had to take the embedded video down — there’s no way to disable the auto-play and it just kept playing and playing and playing…. Click on the picture above, or try the link instead.)
Up til now, Zoe and Lucy’s life has been relatively scare-free. Although they say they’re afraid of nightmares, they haven’t really seemed to actually have any. They didn’t like Finding Nemo from the first moments, and by the time the sharks came on, they asked me, at age 2 1/2, to please turn it off. And on Halloween last year, Lucy wasn’t thrilled when a hidden smoke machine surprised her with an emphatic (read: loud) cloud of smoke from point-blank range. But mostly, their life has been free of actual scary stuff. Until yesterday. We were driving home from a…
While searching for a fabulous video to share with you, I found myself browsing the “Mosts” on YouTube. Most Discussed, most linked, most watched on mobile. I tell ya, it’s a funny world in here, y’all. So, in the spirit of being a part of “it” while “it’s” happening, I’m sharing with you today the #1 Most Viewed video on YouTube. Just in case you haven’t seen it yet. Which is unlikely — at the time that I wrote this sentence, it has been viewed 46,014,060 times. That’s a lotta YouClick. Enjoy!
So, remember all that uncertainty and doubt I told you about here? I guess I’m still kinda in the throes of it all. But apparently, at least according to my horoscopes for this month, things are looking up. Before you read, it’s relevant to know that, while I consider myself a Taurus, I’m also very much an Aries. You see, I’m on the cusp of the two signs. I started being born more-or-less in Aries, but 36 hours later (my poor sweet mom) I was born in Taurus. Thus the high-energy, strong-willed patience. And the strong will, did I mention…
(Second installment in an apparent series.) “Mama. Girls are prettier than boys. And. Boys are handsomer than pets.” — A little while later… In an attempt to commit this to memory so I could tell you about it tonight, I repeated it to her. “So Zoe. Girls are prettier than boys and boys are handsomer than pets?” “No mama. Girls are prettier than boys. And boys are handsomer than babies. And babies are handsomer than pets.”
Computers have a tough row to hoe, y’know? They give give give — working day and night to enhance our lives, speed up our workflow, and give us access to information the likes (and volume) of which we didn’t even know we needed. Like, for example, how to open a champagne bottle with a sword. But if the computer acts up for one minute, yawns and stretches in the middle of a task like it has all the time in the world, or doesn’t listen because it wants to keep doing whatever it’s doing, we treat it with utter disrespect,…