i'm still here, i promise! kind of tough for me to keep up with this right now, but i miss you guys, and in the meantime, you can keep up with my adventures on instagram: mama_logic
have a great week everyone!!
have a great week everyone!!
author Maurice Sendak has died in danbury this morning at 83. although he never wanted kids, he tucked millions of us in at night with his words for over 40 years. He will be truly missed..
a man who respected children and felt that we should never lie to them, his books create a window into our own forgotten childhoods. Although he himself had little to no childhood, having lost most of his family in the holocaust, he managed to enrich the childhoods of so many, and become an indelible part of our culture.
on death: "I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready."
so listen to this while you remember him.:
“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go - we’ll eat you up - we love you so!”
And Max said, “No!”
The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.” - maurice sendak
love you man, smooth sailing <3
a man who respected children and felt that we should never lie to them, his books create a window into our own forgotten childhoods. Although he himself had little to no childhood, having lost most of his family in the holocaust, he managed to enrich the childhoods of so many, and become an indelible part of our culture.
on death: "I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready."
so listen to this while you remember him.:
“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go - we’ll eat you up - we love you so!”
And Max said, “No!”
The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.” - maurice sendak
love you man, smooth sailing <3
have you ever had one of those nights where you wonder if you just forgot that you got really fucking high, because being wasted is the only way you can explain the people around you?
i've been a bit of a homebody lately, but i went out to meet my friend at a local bar/ restaurant on the water to celebrate her recent baby and her birthday. yay, congrats! looking at the baby pix were the highlight of the evening. also, we've been friends for 11 years and i've seen her in the past two years exactly 4 times.
oh, and this view:
biggest full moon of the year! except. apparently in our area. i was not impressed! but i love this lit up bridge. i would have happily sat on the patio, drinking my glenfiddich and complaining that i've seen bigger moons
but no, we needed to leave and go to a dive bar. we needed to sooo bad that i couldn't even finish my scotch.
there's probably no greater way to piss me off than rushing my scotch.
i like dive bars, i do, especially if you've got your crew around you. but this was not the case. all of our mutual friends were at another bar, but they were getting bodypainted and my friend's husband "doesn't approve of that". really, guy, tell me more! this is faaaascinating! you know they're our friends, right? so i guess my friend hasn't shared how she used to drink shots out of my bellybutton on top of a bar every saturday night before she met him. ahhh, marital bliss!
so this conversation, naturally leads to how rapists aren't to blame. direct quote from their male friend to me..."if a woman goes into a nightclub naked, and she gets raped, i mean, who's to blame, right?"
hold on bro, keep talking, i'm lookin for my peppesrpray. and it's not my fault that you're gonna get two eyes full of pepperspray because you're an asshole and i can't be held accountable because you were asking for it. he brought this up again, 5 minutes later. apparently because once was just not enough. but in between, this happens:
wasted girl comes over, eats my friend's face for a while in an overly friendly hug, asks her to hold her phone and then proceeds to pull her dress up over her head while yelling "LINDSAY LOHAN" for no conceivable reason after someone points out to her that she's still got the sales tag from the store on the side hem of her dress. she never removes this tag, but shows us her underwear twice again, also displaying an impressive amount of recent bruises, one of which is in the shape of a hand. i gave serious consideration to going through her phone and deleting every male contact she had in it. it seemed like she might need help making decisions. i might just save her life. i could be like a new superhero. besides these people, there are 7 other people in the entire place. and they're playing dubstep. seriously? take a look at your clientele. dubstep?
completely gratuitous photo of me.
NOW, cue the fucking moron rape apologist who comes over to make the point of telling me he's not sorry for what he said because he doesn't think about what he says before he says them.
get me the fuck out of here.
i survived 2 hours.
and, and in totally unrelated news, why is this the new duckface?
i've been a bit of a homebody lately, but i went out to meet my friend at a local bar/ restaurant on the water to celebrate her recent baby and her birthday. yay, congrats! looking at the baby pix were the highlight of the evening. also, we've been friends for 11 years and i've seen her in the past two years exactly 4 times.
oh, and this view:
biggest full moon of the year! except. apparently in our area. i was not impressed! but i love this lit up bridge. i would have happily sat on the patio, drinking my glenfiddich and complaining that i've seen bigger moons
but no, we needed to leave and go to a dive bar. we needed to sooo bad that i couldn't even finish my scotch.
there's probably no greater way to piss me off than rushing my scotch. i like dive bars, i do, especially if you've got your crew around you. but this was not the case. all of our mutual friends were at another bar, but they were getting bodypainted and my friend's husband "doesn't approve of that". really, guy, tell me more! this is faaaascinating! you know they're our friends, right? so i guess my friend hasn't shared how she used to drink shots out of my bellybutton on top of a bar every saturday night before she met him. ahhh, marital bliss!
so this conversation, naturally leads to how rapists aren't to blame. direct quote from their male friend to me..."if a woman goes into a nightclub naked, and she gets raped, i mean, who's to blame, right?"
hold on bro, keep talking, i'm lookin for my peppesrpray. and it's not my fault that you're gonna get two eyes full of pepperspray because you're an asshole and i can't be held accountable because you were asking for it. he brought this up again, 5 minutes later. apparently because once was just not enough. but in between, this happens:
wasted girl comes over, eats my friend's face for a while in an overly friendly hug, asks her to hold her phone and then proceeds to pull her dress up over her head while yelling "LINDSAY LOHAN" for no conceivable reason after someone points out to her that she's still got the sales tag from the store on the side hem of her dress. she never removes this tag, but shows us her underwear twice again, also displaying an impressive amount of recent bruises, one of which is in the shape of a hand. i gave serious consideration to going through her phone and deleting every male contact she had in it. it seemed like she might need help making decisions. i might just save her life. i could be like a new superhero. besides these people, there are 7 other people in the entire place. and they're playing dubstep. seriously? take a look at your clientele. dubstep?
completely gratuitous photo of me. NOW, cue the fucking moron rape apologist who comes over to make the point of telling me he's not sorry for what he said because he doesn't think about what he says before he says them.
get me the fuck out of here.
i survived 2 hours.
and, and in totally unrelated news, why is this the new duckface?
NDT drops some science. i love the phrase 'the god of the gaps'.
and, there's soon to be a new addition to the family. yes, some of you knew this was going to happen, it's taken a lot of planning and preparation, but Angelina will come home soon!
and, there's soon to be a new addition to the family. yes, some of you knew this was going to happen, it's taken a lot of planning and preparation, but Angelina will come home soon!
hi all! i've been ignoring you. it's been a rough week for me, with more pain than usual. but i have a very positive outlook, lyme disease is temporary. i'm surrounded by a loving and supportive group of family and friends.
i count you guys among my friends, and i really appreciate your kind words and your support.
i count you guys among my friends, and i really appreciate your kind words and your support.
it's time for another animals talking in all caps!!!
also, instagram.
mama_logic
also, on friday (the 13th, but don't you think it's connected) i return to my parked car to find that a young, distracted driver has rammed my car, causing $2755.34 worth of damage. niiiice.
she did, however, leave her phone number for contact, along with the rather snarky statement that she hit my car because it was parked behind her. not, say, because she put her car in gear, stomped on the gas pedal and proceeded to reverse at a great rate of speed without looking, or perhaps because she was late to class and forgetting basic driving skills because she didn't want everyone to look at her as she slunk into her seat in the lecture hall, or because she is an abysmally poor driver, but because i had the poor judgment to park in the parking space behind her parking space.
clearly, fault is a matter of perspective.
anyhoo, nobody was hurt, and her insurance will cover the damage. but in the meantime my poor beemer is all smacked up.
my favorite part, though, was when she texted me that 'she just can't deal with this right now' and 'we'll just have to wait until her dad gets back into town', and 'you can call the police if you have to'.
i know where you live, where you park, what you drive, and have written admittance from you that you hit my car. the police really don't even need that much info to go after you, really not the wisest thing to claim responsibility and then clearly say you refuse to pay for the damage...but i'll say she's consistent in decision making...
all is going smoothly and in accordance with new york law at this point, but i'm reeeely tired of the smashed up car.
also, instagram.
mama_logic
also, on friday (the 13th, but don't you think it's connected) i return to my parked car to find that a young, distracted driver has rammed my car, causing $2755.34 worth of damage. niiiice.
she did, however, leave her phone number for contact, along with the rather snarky statement that she hit my car because it was parked behind her. not, say, because she put her car in gear, stomped on the gas pedal and proceeded to reverse at a great rate of speed without looking, or perhaps because she was late to class and forgetting basic driving skills because she didn't want everyone to look at her as she slunk into her seat in the lecture hall, or because she is an abysmally poor driver, but because i had the poor judgment to park in the parking space behind her parking space.
clearly, fault is a matter of perspective.
anyhoo, nobody was hurt, and her insurance will cover the damage. but in the meantime my poor beemer is all smacked up.
my favorite part, though, was when she texted me that 'she just can't deal with this right now' and 'we'll just have to wait until her dad gets back into town', and 'you can call the police if you have to'.
i know where you live, where you park, what you drive, and have written admittance from you that you hit my car. the police really don't even need that much info to go after you, really not the wisest thing to claim responsibility and then clearly say you refuse to pay for the damage...but i'll say she's consistent in decision making...
all is going smoothly and in accordance with new york law at this point, but i'm reeeely tired of the smashed up car.
soooo...any of you guys on instagram? figured it was about time i joined.
hollah.
really santorum?! don't be a loser (yet).
*sigh*
romney's just not as funny.
dogs against romney
Here's rare footage from a romney family vacation:
mittens looks good in biker gear...
ok, nebermind, romney's still funny. so let's unzip the GOP presidential candidate. hey, there's still hope, santorum might bid on VP!
*sigh*
romney's just not as funny.
dogs against romney
Here's rare footage from a romney family vacation:
mittens looks good in biker gear...
ok, nebermind, romney's still funny. so let's unzip the GOP presidential candidate. hey, there's still hope, santorum might bid on VP!
