Am I the only one creeped out by the little demonic “my fast” creature on the VW commercials? I almost never watch TV, but I’ve been taking in a few prime-time Olympic moments, and I’ve seen several of these ads. Maybe I’m totally out of touch with what sells, but IMHO this approach has “marketing […]
Last night George made chili. It was quite tasty and altogether satisfying, except for one tiny episode. There the three of us sat, spooning dainty mouthfuls of steaming chili into our dainty mouths, when Jacob suddenly stiffened, slammed his spoon down, and bellowed, “Bad bean!” If there’s one thing Jacob doesn’t like, it’s dropping food
The latest games of tag have come to ElleZymnVille. Here’s how it happened. There I am on the cyber playground, minding my own business, scouting the dandelion patch for hooky-playing fairies, and up runs little Mikey Snyder. “Tag!” he shouts, poking me with the same finger he’d just had up his nose, which would be
Tag, I’m it. Twice. Read More »
I was sitting in the den reading a book when the phone rang a few minutes ago. The caller ID said Out of Area. The number had a 703 area code. I couldn’t place it. Probably just a telemarketer, I thought. I waited and let the machine pick up. Loud, distorted music blared from the
I still haven’t found what I’m looking for Read More »
My “Friends” page is broken. It’s stuck on Sept. 6. Also, the colors and format are all wonky. So, if you’re on my livejournal friends list, I haven’t read any of your posts since then. I suppose I could go to every journal one by one, but that’s awfully time-consuming–especially since I won’t know from
Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope. Read More »
We make up lots of songs around here. They sort of serve as an original sound track for life. I have to confess, though, the main reason I like to do this is Jacob. A couple nights ago we were about to eat dinner, but he was having a little strong-willed moment and refusing to
Music you can laugh to. Read More »
One would think that, with actual, real, people-are-counting-on-me deadlines hanging over me, I’d be getting some work done. But no. I’ve been blog hopping. Thanks to Carrie K. who commented on Katy R.’s blog, I consider it my delightful privilege to introduce you to Taylor the Latte Boy. (Yes, that’s a link. Click it. I
If you liked, “Baby Got Book” . . . Read More »
Grace is home! And today is her birthday. 🙂 I met her at the Dallas airport late Tuesday night. Or, I should say, early Wednesday morning. Her flight was scheduled to arrive at 11:52 PM, but it landed around 1:20 A. I sat in the baggage claim area chatting with a young woman waiting for
Episode Thursday Morning (not yet rated) Read More »
So, this morning I’m sitting at the breakfast table, wearing my PJs (baggy, pink-and-grey plaid pants and grey tank top), sporting an interesting bed-head hair event, sipping my latte, and reading the paper. Of course, in order to be able to actually see the paper, I’m wearing my geek-version reading glasses. George’s voice interrupts my
“I Feel Pretty” reprise Read More »
. . . you can casually tap a spider with your Birkenstock-clad foot–a black spider that’s dashing across the hardwood floor toward the dark recesses under your bed (the bed you crawl into barefoot every night)–and you can lean over and clearly see the red hourglass on its belly, and you can grab a tissue
You know you’re a Texan when . . . Read More »