Life In Pleasantville
Food, Travel, Life
Summer camp is like orthodontic care: it’s a great idea in theory; it can change a child’s life; and it is very, very expensive. So, if you are like me (read: poor ) I sympathize. As much as I’d love to send my kids away to the wild north woods of Ontario for several fun-filled …
I hate food. You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but it’s true. (I wouldn’t put myself in the overweight category, but I don’t look like I’ve missed many meals.) I don’t have an eating disorder, I have a FOOD disorder. I hate deciding what to cook, I hate shopping for it, preparing it …
I love watching young parents taking their toddlers to dance, soccer, gymnastics and hockey. They are so completely adorable in their ignorance. I can’t help but smirk, er, smile I mean, when I see them beam at their little darling in their team uniform. They really have no idea what awaits them once they have …
In my mind my exit is dramatic. In a final fit of frustration I shutter my blog, write a goodbye on sites I freelance for and exit with a “take this job and shove it” finger in the air. It’s a thing of beauty. Except that the job I’m shoving is of my own creation. …
Recently, I was “unfriended” on Facebook. It’s possible this has happened with others before but I never noticed. I have somewhere around 230 “friends” give or take a few but I don’t watch the number count with an eagle eye so I could definitely miss it. This particular person though I did notice because in …
The idea is that I’m supposed to step into this blog space and leave you a nice tidy little post about one thing. And herein lies the problem today. I don’t have one thing. I have too many things. Way too many things. Yesterday, I attempted to sit down and work at my computer but …
I might be the only one not offended by the Wall Street Journal’s recent article on mommy blogger conferences. I missed the initial brouhaha on social media when the story cracked. After reading an angry tweet, I searched for the article and had my pitch fork at the ready. I mean, if my fellow bloggers …
Last week, our 7 month old Bernedoodle suddenly became obsessed with his wiener. Not that he’s not always obsessed with it, but it was receiving an inordinate amount of affection if you know what I mean. To top it off, our other dog, was picking up the slack when Wookie’s tongue needed a rest. Now, …
