December 2010
9 posts
Marooned Six
The recent blizzard inconveniently dumped buckets of snow all over the region our flight was scheduled to land on Monday. The earliest flight out is late Thursday, so we are holed up in two rooms at the Austin Radisson. It took a day for the concierge to go from obsequious to indifferent, which is a huge relief since the lobby has become our living room and I was getting tired of smiling and...
Lost in Austin
We are spending Christmas in Austin, Texas. It’s been interesting. The house is roughly half the size we expected, which has necessitated a whole lot of accommodation. The four girls are sleeping on the floor in the living room, and Micah and Jake are sharing what seems to be a smaller than regulation double bed. The kitchen is the size of our closet back home, and we don’t have a big closet....
Sweater
I looked everywhere for my green sweater yesterday, but I couldn’t find it. I was bummed out, because ‘tis the season and thought it would look festive. Suddenly, I remembered Micah borrowed it for an Ugly Christmas Sweater party last weekend and never brought it back. I’m not sure which I found more upsetting- that Micah forgot my sweater, or that I was so eager to wear something so...
The B Word
Personally, I’m not a fan of birthdays. Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy to be alive to observe them, and I’m endlessly grateful to my mother for giving me my initial one, but left to my own devices, I’d rather just ignore them. Now, thanks to Facebook, which I am now ruing the day I joined, people who would never have otherwise been the wiser feel compelled to acknowledge my birthday...
Lighten Up
Last night I chaperoned my sixth middle school dance. They are totally predictable; you can count on one poorly functioning strobe light and glo-sticks as sure as the Black-Eyed Peas count on I Gotta Feeling getting played at every bar/bat mitzvah between now and 2020. You can count on the girls and boys who have hit puberty to pair off and dance inappropriately, while the girls who...
Sunday Styles
These days I barely manage to find time to write, so forget about reading. It’s all I can do to grab a few minutes at the kitchen counter, shoveling cereal into my mouth as I read the New York Times. Since my time to read is so limited, one might assume I’d be going over the headlines, but no. I read Sunday Styles.
Sunday Styles sounds like fluff, but it’s not. I avoid the...
Disillusioned
I heard on the radio that they found an LG flip phone in Charles Manson’s prison cell. Apparently, he’d been texting people on the outside. Am I the only one who finds it depressing to learn that the deviant mastermind of Helter Skelter was texting on a flip phone? I can only hope his message involved some depraved plot, rather than wazzup?
