In my past life, the one I refer to as “B.C.S,” 60% off and Hervé Leger would be a magically dreamy combination. Just FYI, “B.C.S.” stands for Before C-Section. Now, those sales only depress me. Don’t be fooled. Hervé Leger’s iconic “hold you in” bandage dress is NOT a miracle corset, no matter what anyone tellsContinue reading “The Famous Hervé Leger Bandage Dress…And No, You Can’t Wear Spanx Underneath”
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In Search Of The Elusive Green Easter Egg
Some of the scenes I’ve been dabbling in lately have a lot of emotion weaved into them. I’m trying to figure out exactly how the characters are going to react in traumatic situations and then incorporate that feeling into the story. Not so easy, especially since I’ve never actually experienced the same type of circumstances.Continue reading “In Search Of The Elusive Green Easter Egg”
Jagged Little Pills, Al Bundy and Microfiber
“When the world slips you a Jeffrey, stroke the furry wall.” – Infant Sorrow I’ve had a couple of Jeffries shoved down my throat over the past few days. Nearly impossible to swallow. They’d been kind of lodged in my throat, not cutting off my breathing but jagged enough to remind me they were still ever-present. Until I decidedContinue reading “Jagged Little Pills, Al Bundy and Microfiber”
Unrequited Love…At Three Years-Old?!
My two little boys are obsessed with girls. Cooper is marrying Gracie and George is in love with Juliet. What the heck is going on here??? They’re 3 and 4!!!! Just as an aside, Lulu is 8 and has yet to utter a sweet word about a boy. I hear about how rude and yucky andContinue reading “Unrequited Love…At Three Years-Old?!”
“Kent Says There Are Fifty Ways To Win In Denver”
Silly me. Did I REALLY think that once George turned three he was going to magically be potty-bound for life? Um, yes, of course I did. I will pause here for a moment so you can enjoy a few snickers at my expense. It was a nice thought. So far, we’re three for three. I constructedContinue reading ““Kent Says There Are Fifty Ways To Win In Denver””
It’s Not Really A Party Unless You’re Defending Your Living Room Against The Chitauri
Today is full of hearts and love and happiness but it goes beyond the celebration of Valentine’s Day. Three years and a few weeks ago, I made a call to make February 14 George’s birth date. I hated the idea, but didn’t have a lot of options. C-sections are no joke and anyone within herContinue reading “It’s Not Really A Party Unless You’re Defending Your Living Room Against The Chitauri”
My MARVELous Universe
I feel like I live in an alternate Marvel reality these days. Depending on the mood of my three year-old George, a.k.a. Tony Stark, I’m at risk for being blown up by his repulser. And he’s a VERY temperamental guy. Cooper likens himself to Captain America. He’s got a thing for shields. Also, he doesn’tContinue reading “My MARVELous Universe”