No hate to the fake Christmas trees out there, but I just can’t do it. I need the smell. I need the annoying pine needles everywhere. I need the oh-crap-it’s-too-big-for-our-room feeling when it’s delivered…. which is what happened this year. Oops. A tradition I started last year (when LadyP was just 3 months old) was…
fun+food
So maybe I deserved the semi-pervy Santa?
Yesterday was a superb showing of how cranky and irrational I can be. I was stuck at my house all day (doing housewifey-mommy things that inevitably drive me stir-crazy) and it just wasn’t jiving with my need to do something productive. I could’ve blogged or organized a drawer or something, but acting pissy seemed like…
For those of you who didn’t cook…
Don’t be mad, but I’m just gonna say it: It’s time to suck it up and learn how to boil water. I’m saying this because I love you. Really. Cooking seems to be a lost art these days (at least where I live) and it makes me sad. I say this NOT as a gourmet…
T-Day Countdown: The REAL (selfish) reason why I’m doing Thanksgiving.
Yes, I love to eat. Yes, I love to cook. But screw the big bird. That’s NOT why I volunteered to host Thanksgiving this year. I wanted to do Thanksgiving so I could play with my wedding china and dining room table. It brings me happiness, joy and makes me feel productive. So there. OK,…
Thanksgiving Countdown: The Fab Thing You Might Have Forgotten.
Sure, the fridge is packed, wine is ready to pop and potatoes waiting to be mashed. The Little Miss Housewife in me is way too excited about cooking Thanksgiving this year… the bird, those ooey-gooey marshmallow yams and everything in between. (Any day that’s centered around counting your blessings with your mouth full is tops…
Dear Lisa Vanderpump: This is why you may have noticed Cheerios on your floor.
Scene of the crime: Villa Blanca Restaurant, Beverly Hills (yes, the place that’s owned by the fabulous Lisa Vanderpump from Bravo’s “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills”). Perpetrator: Me. Accomplices: My sister and my mom. Guilty by association: LadyP. In my before-baby life, white tablecloths, adult beverages and babies didn’t mix. (And frankly, I still don’t…
The day we were deflowered.
And I thought my little one was too young to lose her flower. Ha. A warm & sunny November day in LA plus a stir-crazy Mommy can add up to a never-before-had trip to Southern California’s Descanso Gardens (right here near our home). Don’t get any crazy ideas: I am NOT a ‘nature chick.’ My…
