Thursday, November 17, 2011
I’m thinking it’s time to rename this blog to the “Bite Me Blog.” Because that’s the sentiment I seem to be expressing the most here. I’ve been in a mood. Why am I in a mood? It could be so many things. But let’s start with (a partial list of) what it’s not: It’s not [...]
Monday, November 14, 2011
The hubby is out of town. So it’s time to get crazy. Tonight, I pulled out all the stops. After the kiddos were in bed, and I was all alone in the house, I did the one thing I can only do when Adam is out of town. Oh yeah. You know it! I watched [...]
Call me Scrooge. Or should it be Ghoulge? I hate Halloween. We belong to a Conservative synagogue, and some members don’t celebrate Halloween. Oh, sure, they’ll pass out candy to those who ring their door bell. But no dressing up, no going out, no decorations, no frights. Sometimes I wish we were a more religious [...]
I don’t talk much about religion here, because my feelings are so ambivalent. But while I’m not sure where I stand in terms of my beliefs in a higher power, I have strong attachments to tradition. I love knowing that what I’m doing has been done countless times before me by my ancestors. My father [...]
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday Me: Have you ordered my iPhone 5 yet? Adam: You know they may not announce an iPhone 5. There’s talk that it’ll be a iPhone 4s. Me: I. Want. My. iPhone. 5. NOW! Adam: Okay, Veruca. Tuesday afternoon: Other people at dance class were talking about phones, so I jumped in. Me: I totally [...]
Boston is famous for its drivers. We even have a special term for them. They’re called Massholes. For me, personally, though, the word uttered most frequently while driving is “a$$wipe.” I don’t know where the word came from. I don’t know why I say it. I never use the term outside of my car. But [...]
Pancakes. Pancakes is where this story is going to end. (Every blog post reminds me of a song. This time, I’m humming the Sunday’s “Here’s Where the Story Ends.” I should figure out how to post a playlist on this blog so you can get the same damn tunes stuck in your head.) Pancakes. But [...]
Max Fish. Site of many post-college nights that, frankly, they all blur into one drunken night. But Max Fish is where I spent much of my time, and I was eager to go with Scooby and Sunrise. So we walk down to Ludlow Street only to find… … a line. A line? At Max Fish? [...]
My friend, Angela, thought I was going to give you the finale (I’m not sure if anyone other than Angela is reading this, but I’m happy writing just for you, Angela!). Little does she understand that one blog post cannot contain the hours of 1 a.m. to 5:30 a.m. adequately. So we’ll call this Finale, [...]
Saturday morning. Keep in mind, I had half a bottle of Prosecco (because no way could Tweeds and my friend keep up with me) and three lemon drop martinis the night before. So what the’s only logical thing to do on a Saturday morning? Why, go for a six-mile run with Beetle and Keaton, of [...]