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Before: After: That there’s the fountain-o-youth haircut, paired with the “quit trying to pull my shoe off of my foot while I’m taking a picture, you rascal of a kid” mid-sentence expression. Hardly any difference in the length (only 3-4″), my super-awesome stylist, Lady Di, having invoked the . . . → Read More: Before and After and Other Such Yesterday evening I sustained a heinous injury to the second toe on my left foot in what shall hereafter be referred to as The Mower Incident. There is some household debate about whether or not I will lose the nail (and I’m rather surprised he’s arguing the point with me, considering I . . . → Read More: Tequila-Lime Chicken Toe with a Splash of Bum  4 comments - (Comments are closed)  Other Such It-ness, The Other Such Kitchen, The Other Valley Girl Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, I’ve missed you Other Such Sisterhood! The Husband’s had me working this last week. Like working, working. Like not just turn-his-socks-right-side-out-before-laundering-them working. Although, that too. Except I think I forgot to do that this week. I’ve forgotten a lot of stuff, in fact. I think it’s . . . → Read More: I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky) 7 comments - (Comments are closed) Other Such It-ness, Other Such Life Lessons, Other Such Oops Files, The Other Such Sisterhood Part of the property management job involves marketing of vacant properties. And just so you know: I am a Rental Property Marketer Extraordinaire. As evidenced (BAH! Like you needed proof. Pshaw.) by the invoice for an ad this month: The house rented within a week. POO notwithstanding. Oh, how I hope POO notwithstanding. . . . → Read More: Don’t Even Pretend You Don’t Want To Live There The state of affairs: I am woefully behind. Or maybe more chronically than woefully. Or maybe just eh-well-whatevery behind. The remedy: cliffnote us up to date. With a lot of colons. Because they’re like happy little polka dot disguises for my fragmented thoughts. The Child: turns 3 in a few days, which cannot be . . . → Read More: The Time I Forgot My Pants in a Public Restroom Part I: I’m a Winner! I’m sure you’re tiring of reading about bootcamp. But I just can’t shut myself up about it. When I started bootcamp last September I was a lot of things–but “fit” of any kind was not in the list. And really, I was only . . . → Read More: I’m a Winner! I’m a Loser! I’m a Winner/Loser! 3 comments - (Comments are closed) Bootcamping, Mrs. Spackle, Other Such It-ness, Things In Which I Have Been Trapped, Weight Watchering This afternoon we made dough for sugar cookies. To avoid the temptation of eating all of it while it chilled in the fridge and before we could get to the fun (?) of the rolling and the cutting and the baking and the icing and the sugar-sprinkling . . . I . . . → Read More: I Do What Left Eye Tells Me Yesterday marked the last night of the early fall session of Boot Camp. I made it! I survived seven weeks of jogging and jumping, burpeeing and pushupping, crunching and lunging, throwing and lifting, running and planking, heaving but never retching. For three of the seven weeks I hobbled . . . → Read More: Wherein I Start a List of “Things In Which I Have Been Trapped” Ok, so where were we in the unpacking of Other Such vacation treasures? We covered Carmen del Playa and Pepe I. Then came Oscar. Which brings us to snorkeling. The four of us, still laughing about Our Pal Oscar, boarded a boat with another . . . → Read More: The Big, Salty Toilet (And My Contribution Thereto) Once upon a time there was a girl trying to ready her family of three for vacation: wash the clothes, inventory the toiletries, itemize the necessities; execute the powers of attorney, copy the insurance cards, apportion the car snackies; neatly fold and stack The Child’s clothes for her bag, watch her send . . . → Read More: Other Such Cinderella 3 comments - (Comments are closed) Other Such It-ness, The Other Valley Girl, Things I Wish Were Not Missing |
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