This one is for the men. This will be short and sweet, because I have just one message for you this Christmas season. Get This: Silver and Gold Pearl Ring Not That: 21 Day Fix Because even when you have the absolute best intentions, this gift is going to backfire. Badly. Even if you’ve watched your 3-months-postpartum wife cry every time she gets dressed because she’s so depressed about her weight, even if you have thought through every possible gift... Read more
I’ll take a second and let you overcome the shock of an on-time post. Now that I’ve done the same, let’s talk about gifts for boys, shall we? Little boys, though, because those are the only kind I have any positive experience with. (For some reason, my brothers have never appreciated my Christmas gifts of copious hugs, noogies, and admonitions to marry their girlfriends. Color me bewildered.) Get This: Reasonably Sized Play Tent Not That: The Tent That Ate Christmas... Read more
Yeah, I know I promised you this post yesterday, but it’s the time of year when I panic, procrastinate, and go hide in my closet with my laptop and headphones to watch Love Actually. (<–Dear CPS: that is hyperbole. I would never, ever do that, unless everyone was napping.) Anyway, tomorrow is relative, right? Some of you might not have read that post until yesterday, in which case, I’m actually right on time. Which makes me early, by my standards.... Read more
Since there are only ten days until Christmas, I thought I should help you finish up your Christmas shopping while avoiding beginning my own. Two birds, one stone. Procrastination FTW! Like everything related to housewifery, gift-giving is an art I have not yet mastered. But someone might as well learn from my mistakes, so we’re going to play a little game called, “Get This, Not That.” I’ll start by posting links to presents from Christmases past that were either modest... Read more
Here I am, writing about Santa again. In years past, I’ve written a lot about Santa. Last year I just didn’t want to get into it, because it seems like one of those conversations where no mutual ground is gained nor understanding reached. Basically Santa is a convenient excuse for bloggers to tell people they’re either lying to their children or destroying the wonder of childhood. This year, though, the stupid Santa crusades have invaded my own private corner of... Read more
I meant to put this post up last night, but instead I fell asleep at like 8 while singing Liam his lullaby. I am not sorry about that, either. It’s 6:28 am and I feel fantastic. This could quickly become a new way of being for me. Anyway, I’m going to be on Hearth and Home in about 2 hours (7:20 central time, 8:20 eastern time), talking about how we bring the spirit of Advent to our children. It’s an... Read more
I haven’t wanted to blog since my post on millennial moms made the rounds on facebook. I ended up getting tagged in the comment section of one and…wow. I really wish I hadn’t read those comments. Here’s the thing, y’all. It’s not that easy to be as brutally honest about my life as I am. Truth be told, it’s not that hard either, since I have no filter and never consider the repercussions of my words until I have to... Read more
Me: “I know you’re crazy busy with finals and everything, but I need 2 hours of your time tonight to deal with Christmas presents and money and everything awful.” The Ogre: “Sounds good. How about I feed the kids dinner first and clean the kitchen?” Me: “I love you. You’re amazing. Now let’s do this Christmas shizzle.” …2 hours later… The Ogre: *plays video without comment* Me: “Oh that is so me right now.” The Ogre: “That’s why I played... Read more
Yesterday the Ogre told me I was totally losing my pop culture cred since I’ve been posting all this serious, boring stuff. So here, for your amusement, are the things I am endlessly, shamelessly delighted with these days. Stormtroopers twerking Harry Potter/Twilight Dance-battle And my fave, Star Trek vs. Star Wars Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about how much I love Peter Capaldi and want to stab Steven Moffat with all the sporks in all the world. And how if he... Read more
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