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6.13.2011
One of These Things is Just Like the Other
I'm really excited to read "Long Drive Home" and was trying to decide if I should choose Kindle version or paper when my daughter spotted the site. "That cover is identical to the book we have at school!"
10 year olds are not adverse to exaggeration, so I was totally surprised to see that she was exactly right.
How does that work exactly?
Eh
After she came down with a wicked case of the flu in February, she never blogged again.
Or, conversely, her children, antsy with the heated hours of summer, convinced her to resume the blog.
We'll see which one I choose.
Or, conversely, her children, antsy with the heated hours of summer, convinced her to resume the blog.
We'll see which one I choose.
2.18.2011
Super-fast Five
Best vegetables for your shady gardening needs. (ME)
Tree killing is not a prank. (SI)
Justin Bieber misquoted? Don't they know everything America stands for depends on the utterings of this child?
30 Rock: Observations on last night's show. (VF)
Old Spice graces us with awesome.
Tree killing is not a prank. (SI)
Justin Bieber misquoted? Don't they know everything America stands for depends on the utterings of this child?
30 Rock: Observations on last night's show. (VF)
Old Spice graces us with awesome.
2.10.2011
Super-fast Five
New Confession iPhone app absolves up-skirts absolutely. (CNA)
Congressman Chris Lee resigns after this article.
How The Social Network should have ended. (via)
Prince donates 1.5 million to New York city schools.
For Valentine's Day, make Almond Joy from scratch.
Congressman Chris Lee resigns after this article.
How The Social Network should have ended. (via)
Prince donates 1.5 million to New York city schools.
For Valentine's Day, make Almond Joy from scratch.
2.08.2011
As I was getting out of the car with my six year old, he asked a question, "What decides if we have blue eyes or green?"
"Genes!" I say, slamming the door and intending to finish the answer as I open his door.
Jumping out of the car before I can speak he asks incredulously, "So it all depends on what we're wearing?"
This all ended with a conversation on chromosomes and determining gender in utero, so I did actually learn something.
"Genes!" I say, slamming the door and intending to finish the answer as I open his door.
Jumping out of the car before I can speak he asks incredulously, "So it all depends on what we're wearing?"
This all ended with a conversation on chromosomes and determining gender in utero, so I did actually learn something.
Good Intentions
Driving the carpool this morning, a man waved at me. Insignificant as it sounds it made my morning. My husband and I reside in the same semi-small town in which I was raised. Growing up, it was all too common for pedestrians to give an enthusiastic wave to passing cars. I always noticed my father would be sure to wave back a each and every person. I remember it creating a sense of community. We didn't always know each other, but there was a common bond expressed through that shared greeting that made it seem we were all in this world together.
This morning, I passed a gentleman walking a burly dog. He stopped at the curb and and waved at me from under layers of sweater, coat and scarf. It was a small thing, but it made me think how important it is to warmly acknowledge one another.
Thinking these thoughts, I dropped my kids off at school and approached another intersection. Since the city is under seige by men in giant coats installing sidewalks, my normal route was closed. While quickly pondering which direction I should take, I unconsciously placed tip of the injured cuticle of the middle finger of my right hand to my mouth.
And there, in a show of solidarity, the driver opposite flipped me off .
Apparently we were blessed with different views of humanity this crisp morning.
This morning, I passed a gentleman walking a burly dog. He stopped at the curb and and waved at me from under layers of sweater, coat and scarf. It was a small thing, but it made me think how important it is to warmly acknowledge one another.
Thinking these thoughts, I dropped my kids off at school and approached another intersection. Since the city is under seige by men in giant coats installing sidewalks, my normal route was closed. While quickly pondering which direction I should take, I unconsciously placed tip of the injured cuticle of the middle finger of my right hand to my mouth.
And there, in a show of solidarity, the driver opposite flipped me off .
Apparently we were blessed with different views of humanity this crisp morning.
2.07.2011
Adam Savage says it for us all...
donttrythis Adam Savage
Oh my goodness. Hey Gawker? Everything you're doing today doesn't work for me.
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