From the Mamas: If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want–good or bad–BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you’re finished, post… Continue reading Speak, memory
You know what Google needs to come up with?
Google earworms. Last night, my dear husband was watching a DVD about the Irish Brigade and some of the music got stuck in my head. All night long. Nothing like staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night with a melancholy fife-and-drum tune playing in your head, especially when you can’t remember the… Continue reading You know what Google needs to come up with?
Overheard at Peony’s place
Peony: Just to make it clear, we’re not getting a dog. But if we did get a dog, and we’re not, it’s going to be one of these dogs. (Shows husband the new Lands’ End catalog with the Boston Terrier on the front.) Posco: You want a dog with antlers? Peony: I don’t want a… Continue reading Overheard at Peony’s place
The First Real Thanksgiving
Under construction
yes, I’m messing with the template again. Question — I’m using the out-of-the-box “Squash” and “Sakura” stylesheets from Moveable Type. The background color is supposed to be visible as stripes down the side of the page, but I can’t see it in Firefox or IE6. Any suggestions?
A Fifth of November we’ll surely remember
via open book, an activity we simply MUST do next year: Why not get the baking enthusiasts in your family (i.e. the girls) to make a House of Parliament out of gingerbread? Find pictures of these exquisite gothic buildings on the Internet, and make the best copy you can, lovingly adding details with icing, perhaps… Continue reading A Fifth of November we’ll surely remember
Only 42%?!?
Are You A Yankee or a Rebel? 42% (Yankee). Barely in the Yankee category. I am shocked, I thought I would have been hardcore Yank! Thanks to Melissa for the heads up.
Follow up on the “Bratz” thing
Myth of The Teenager There were no “teenagers” before World War II. Ask those still living who raised their children before then. Or spend a rainy Saturday in the basement of your library, comparing old Life magazines from before the War and after.1 Instead of Teenagers, there were Youths. Youths were young people who wanted… Continue reading Follow up on the “Bratz” thing