“A person’s a person, no matter how small!”
Yes, it opened yesterday (big) and being the movie loser lover I am, I took Kid to Horton Hears a Who.
Sure, it was colorful, silly and most importantly, less than 90 minutes long, but there was this message.
And they kept repeating it.
And while laughing nervously, I […]
I am amazed at her 4-year-old sensory recall. It’s February, close to a year since we dyed eggs, and yet…..
Hmmmmm. What’s that SMELL??
Vinegar. I’m trying to clean something in the kitchen.
Oh.
It smells like the EASTER BUNNY!
Wouldn’t it be nice to retrain your brain to associate FUN with a YUCKY smell?
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I must confess.
I’ve been on a binge. Fortunately for my ass, not the edible kind. It’s my Google Reader. I have been adding subscriptions like a madwoman. Her, and her, and him, and him and this one is good for quick laughs (for a dork like me) and this one, too […]
I’m in withdrawal. (I almost wrote withdrawl, but I’m not writing about Texas today.)
No Golden Globes award show this year. Sniff, sniff. Hey. Not kidding.
Yes, I support the Writers’ Guild of America. I even have friends a friend in the Guild. Heck, I once worked at the Guild (not […]
Given my grumpiness lately and Kid’s around-ness with winter break, I recently decided to check out Your Four-Year-Old: Wild and Wonderful by Louise Ames. It’s part of a child development series of books (Your One-Year-Old: The Fun-Loving, Fussy 12-To 24-Month-Old, Your Two-Year-Old: Terrible or Tender, etc.). They may be somewhat dated, but […]
adjective:
1. Doing nothing or given to doing nothing; idle; lazy.
2. A do-nothing; an idle fellow; a sluggard.
According to Felipe Fernandez-Armesto, Charles II was no faineant half-wit but a conscientious and reflective king.
– David Gilmour, “The falsity of ‘true Spain’”, The Spectator, July 22, 2000
Faineant is from French, from Middle French fait, “does” + néant, “nothing.”
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Lately, the hubs has been home, rather than globe trotting, so certain, er, “issues” have arisen. It doesn’t help that I’m still grumpy. Sure, Kid started preschool again, but she has today off and waged WWIII had a playdate that began like an aggravated, stalled-out engine and turned into Satan’s off-trail motocross.
But my […]
