Geek-Mama

And it's over. Well, I guess, one down one to go. Do you know a woman who bitches constantly about her husband? The sort of woman according to whom said husband can do nothing right? That's what Shmuckerella is like. She just never stops bitching about my brother Shmuckles. So I brought an apple pie to Thanksgiving, which was horrible. Well, check that. The crust was perfect. I used a recipe from Ina Garten (The Barefoot Contessa), whose recipes I usually totally dig, but she called for all gran… Continue

I was watching this show, Little Bear, with my son today and an episode came on that's totally weird. Or, at least, I find it totally weird. I've actually seen it before, from watching Little Bear with my friend's kid. Oddly, I happened to be talking about Little Bear with that friend and she mentioned exactly this episode less than an hour before it came on.

A little background, if you aren't familiar with Little Bear, it's a cartoon based on a series of books from the late fifties and early s… Continue

I don't like haters. I'm a hater hater. I'm tired. My days are spent building block towers and reading board books, pointing out the parts of the face, allowing a certain someone to poke me in the nose in the name of learning. It's snowing outside. I love the snow.

I'm trying really hard to relax, you know?

So, in my email I see that someone has started a discussion in the Geeks for Obama group. I belong to that group because I'm an Obama supporter. I do not belong to the Geeks for McCain grou… Continue

Thanksgiving, it's a time for family dysfunction, over-eating, and football. I was tentatively looking forward to Thanksgiving this year because I haven't seen most of my family members for a couple months. My husband and I recently moved and we're much farther away from my family than we were before. I can't ever really decide whether I miss them or not. Usually I'll get mopey about missing them and then one of them does something that makes me change my mind.

I was sort of excited about Thank… Continue

I like to swear. I have been told at various times in my life that I swear like a sailor, or more than an entire football team combined. These things may be true. I do, in fact, swear a lot. While I was in college, I had an adorable friend who was part of the "Christian crew". She was a bible study freak, timid and mild, and hardly ever uttered any word more vile than "crap". Actually, when most people swore she found it offensive, but not me. She always said that I made swearing sort of an art… Continue