Today at Mama Manifesto, all of our writers took part in a “ten on ten” experiment: we each posted a photo of what we were doing for ten consecutive hours. It was fun to see the results. My assignment was 2pm: 2 pm, by Kristen: Two siblings, engaged in an epic battle: Will we play princess dress-up, or beanbag spaceship? Finally, a compromise. To see the rest of the day’s compilation, head on over to Mama Manifesto. In other scenes from our day, the kids playing dress up: . . .
the doctor* is in
*I am not a doctor I have a new writing gig that I’m really excited about. I am going to be writing a weekly column for the Orange County Register’s website. It’s going to be an advice column . . . sort of. Parents can write in asking their burning questions from silly to serious, and I will reach into my toolbox as a family therapist (or my well of sarcasm, depending on the issue) and give my feedback. Or, if I’m stumped, I will throw it back to the readers to . . .
a moment like this
I went to an Idina Menzel concert this afternoon. IT. WAS. AMAZING. Even though my fantasy of Taye Diggs joining her onstage for a duet did not happen. Nor did they spot me sitting in Row 112 Seat K and ask me to come down, sing a number with them, and then become a sisterwife. But unmet expectations aside, she put on a good show. When I got home I had several notifications on facebook. It seems that Kelly Clarkson gave Rage Against the Minivan a little shout-out . . .
our adoption story
God Story: The Howerton Family from ROCKHARBOR on Vimeo. . . .
ants in my pants
When someone asks me what I blog about, I often describe my blog as a collection of humiliating stories about myself. And then I ask myself, 1) why do I take glee in telling such stories, 2) why do I seem to have such a plethora of such stories, and 3) why do others enjoy reading them?I’ve leave the last question for you to ponder. But for your schaudenfraude pleasure, here’s what happened on Wednesday night.I was preparing for class, as usual. Wednesday is always a frantic . . .
weighty issues: some not-so-shocking revelations
In the past few weeks, there have been two media stories dealing with weight issues. swirling around the blogosphere. The first was the uproar over a Marie Claire blog post, in which a staff blogger wrote openly about her disgust with overweight people on a new television sitcom. Sensitively titled “Should Fatties Get a Room?”, the author states: So anyway, yes, I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... . . .
capturing the elusive family photo
I love the tradition of photos with Christmas cards. I really do. I look forward to getting them every year, and I put them in a scrapbook each year that I pull out during the holiday season. It’s always fun to see how our friend’s families (and hairstyles) are changing with each new year. I even love the Christmas letters. I often here people mock the tradition. Who really those things? Um, I DO. And then I go to my mom's house and read all the . . .
rally recap
We had a great time at the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. Sarah and I deliberated for a while on how early we needed to get to the capitol mall. We had scoped out the stage the day before, and made it a goal that we wanted to be standing in the section behind the press area. Here is a photo we took of our ideal view: We figured out pretty quickly that this would be no easy task, since the city seemed to be full of people coming to the rally. One clue of the . . .
the orange white house
I got home from DC this morning, bearing the official Halloween treats from the White House. Jafta was pretty excited that I had been inside Barack Obama’s house. I didn’t bother explaining that it is a privilege available to most citizens – I just let him think I was a really big deal. Kids these days are so unimpressed. You gotta grab it when you can. The rest of them were just excited to eat a cookie. Although there was quite a bit of confusion when I tried to . . .
weekend for sanity
I am in Washington, DC for the weekend. I would love to rationalize this trip as having some great purpose. But I am not speaking, or working, or doing anything of intention. I really have no business being here at all. But . . . I am a huge Jon Stewart fan. I have been for years. Mark has known this about me since we were dating, and he has been very gracious with my potentially inappropriate crush on someone else. So gracious, in fact, that . . .
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