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November 29, 2006 | Filed under: un-vlogged

Me: Unfortunately since you might be in preterm labor, you can’t eat anything from this point on. You can suck on some ice chips, though, or your Mom can go downstairs and get you a popsicle if you want.

Pt: I can’t eat anything?

Me: Sorry, hon. Just ice.

Pt: Nothing.

Me: Nope.

Pt: Nothing at all?

Me: No.

Pt: Really nothing? Like nothing?

Me: Nothing.

Pt: Not even a salad?

Me: …

(because this is what converations with 15-year-olds can be like, even when they are pregnant and about to become adults-by-default…sometimes I forget)

October 31, 2006 | Filed under: un-vlogged

And I have to say this is the first one I’ve ever not intentionally ignored! Okay:

1. Grab the nearest book. If you are currently reading something, that’ll be fine too.

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your Blog along with these instructions.

5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet I know that is what you were thinking!

“It drives us, for lack of a better term, coo coo. And part of the reason we struggle is because there is no hard-and-fast clarity about what qualifies as cool. It needs to be original, but only semi-original: It would be legitimately inventive (and kind of “out there”) to casually walk around with a petrified orangutan under your arm for no apparent reason, but this would only seem cool to a select class of performance artist. A better choice would be a t-shirt featuring the cast of After M*A*S*H.”

Ironic that the paragraph pertains to the definition of cool (see rule #5 above)

September 21, 2006 | Filed under: un-vlogged, NYC

And there you have it. NYC shopping at it’s very best. Not one but TWO customers examining the goods!

Finally armed with a camera phone (and I was crazy enough to claim for years that I didn’t need one…was I insane?) I will be bringing more strange NYC moments to the MMMofM. Sweet action!

September 13, 2006 | Filed under: un-vlogged

I had a video all set to go for September 11th and I just couldn’t post it. I don’t exactly know why. Just too much, I guess. Maybe I’ll post it next year.

August 6, 2006 | Filed under: wedding bells, un-vlogged

I’m just flabbergasted by this.

I actually get a kick out of Weddingbee nyc. I like that they’re in New York and they have some terrific links to neat DIY projects and nifty cost-cutting ideas that I’m way too lazy to scout out myself. And I like that it’s a friendly blog managed by real live ladies with no corporate agenda. We’ve all heard stories about well-intentioned, sensible women who start planning weddings and suddenly careen over the deep-end, but o’ sweet cheeses! Trotting down to the post office to request that they cancel each and every stamp on each and every wedding invitation is a whole new brand of Super-Crazy. All for the trivial fear of…dare I even say it…smudging!?

(okay…I also understand that there is widespread worry regarding those chubby invitations getting caught in USPS sorting machinery…well, between the invitation, the RSVP card, the tissue paper between the invitation and the RSVP card, the SASE, the map, the local hotel list, the tissue paper between the map and the hotel list, the dried rose petals and the velvet bow tying it all together there is reason to worry! How about just an invitation and an RSVP? Mail the rest separately! Sure, it would cost more in postage, but at least you could sleep at night knowing your expensive envelopes wouldn’t get disembowled! The tissue paper is a real stumper for me. Is it in poor taste to have all those cards rubbing up against each other freely like they’re in some kind of stationery orgy? And really, what’s with the bow? Isn’t holding all the papers together why envelopes were invented in the first place? I just don’t get it.)

How does this happen? How have we created a whole generation of women hell-bent on this kind of perfection? It’s an invitation! An envelope! I realize that it may be a relatively expensive envelope, as far as envelopes go, but hey–no one held a pistol to your head and forced you to buy them. It’s not like the recipient is going to reach into their mailbox, look at the machine-canceled stamp and shudder

“Oh, God, no. They seemed like such nice people, it’s too bad I can’t attend their wedding. This invite is just too smudgy.”

I guess what I’m really asking is not “How does this happen” but rather, “Will it happen to me?”