Tell You [a] Little Story

Last night while reading in bed, I developed a hankering for sweets: specifically, cookies or cake. Almost enough to get out of bed and make something. So I said, "Steve, I really want some cake. Or a cookie. Almost enough to get out of bed and make something." Then I added, "Why don't you call the Fattalehs and ask them if they have any cookies at their house." In very uncharacteristic fashion, my husband picked up his phone and asked, "What's the number?" I told him and he dialed something else and got the wrong number, and then I told him again and he dialed right the second time. He then got David on the phone and asked if they had anything sweet that we could come get because I felt like eating something sweet. Jami the hero always has delicious offerings at her house that she has made and that she is willing to magnanimously share with others, so David the hero said, "We do! We have brownies and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. We'll ...

Remember the Housemartins? I am your slice of life. I'm listening to a tape. It's one of my favorite mix tapes of all time made by one of my favorite people of all time: the beautiful Diana (thanks for) Sharyn . Maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with. Today I put some batteries in a pair of Walkie Talkies that I bought for Aaron a few weeks ago. He was so excited. He went around the house for hours, even when no one would respond, asking, "Can you read?" into his Walkie Talkie. I think he meant, "Do you read me?" but I like his variation better. If you want me, you can find me left of centre wondering about you. Elliot has had a few things on his mind lately. And I mean just a few things. I know because he talks about these things over and over. One of the things he thinks about is whether our extended family will go on a trip this summer to Mexico or Utah. I told him that we might go somewhere, and it might be to one of t...

Hey, all you bandwagon jumpers! It's time to get on board. They're on fire! Can you name 5 players on the Suns? I can, but just barely.* And I can't match their names to their faces, but I'm learning. [I really don't even know if this is a current starting line-up. I'm just stealing copyrighted images from the interweb, here. Just trying to be a fan. Sheesh.] I'm reclaiming my NBA enthusiasm of yore. Ask me anything. I just recently discovered that New Orleans has a team, but they don't play in New Orleans, and Charlotte is called something else, and there was another expansion team that I've never heard about, in the south. I'm learning! Go SUNS! 2007 is our year. *Nash. . .Diaw. . .Stoudamire. . .Marion. . .Bell. . . .

Dear Alyssa, I want to thank you for boosting my blog viewer numbers. One time you commented about the rap remix "I Wear My Stunner Glasses at Night." Well, as it turns out, there are a lot of internet users out there who google the lyrics to said song, and some of them click on my blog. At least once a day. I'm not sure if they're disappointed when they get here, as the lyrics are not to be found. Personally, I've never heard the song. I was wondering if maybe somebody could research the lyrics to that song, and put them in the comments, so that when googlers come a-looking, they will no longer be disappointed. Perhaps each person who reads this could write just a line of the song. I'm excited about how this could really change the demographics of my readership! Please remember to edit out any objectionable material. Thanks a million! Love, Emily

It gives me great anxiety when I don't know if I should, or how much, or if I realize later that I should have and I didn't and that's why I got a dirty look from the guy. Allow me to illustrate. Restoration Hardware is having tremendous sales right now. I find myself in my car, driving to Kierland Commons to buy more stuff from RH on a regular basis these days. Today, I bought this much-needed beauty: They had none in stock, and none in the warehouse, so I bought the floor model, though it wasn't on the floor, it was on a shelf up very high. Isaac jumped on the ottomans and tested all the lotions and pushed off the towels and Norah fidgeted and fussed and the rich Scottsdale women smiled upon us sweetly and sympathetically while we waited for about 30 minutes for the guys to take down the display model and wrap it in bubble wrap. The check-out dude asked if my car was close and since it was, said they would bring it out for me. This fireplace screen is very, very heavy...

I'm in love with Turbotax. I thoroughly enjoy filing taxes. It is reconciliation, completion, organization, exact science. I procrastinate other tasks so I can sit in front of the computer for hours at a time entering the data. Even though it is contrary to fiscal wisdom, I try to overpay taxes throughout the year, so I can always anticipate a small refund. A refund, though, is not necessarily why I look forward to tax season so. I put some of that money toward the kids' college funds. Some will go toward a vacation this year (hopefully Hawaii). Steve and I will each get some cash to blow on things we've been wanting for a while. A nominal amount will go in savings, so I feel like we're making progress toward a down payment on a bigger home. We will not pay tithing, because we already paid it. I enjoy receiving tax forms in the mail and wish they were required to be sent out before January 31. I will help you do your taxes, if you ask me, but it will not be as fun for m...

I just heard a wacky bit of inspiration for the masses. On the Tyra Show there is a very cute, twenty-something girl who can't figure out why she never gets asked out on a second date. Hmm, could it be that she is obsessed with Tony Danza ? This is what she had to say about the middle-aged manny: " He's just a generational icon who guides us through life. " True dat.

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Oh, it's so cold today. And I'm eating ice cream. Very, very cold. This morning I went across the street to the mall and came home with new underwear for Aaron. They're from Gymboree, very cute. He said, with a scrunched up face, "Well, I like them. But I would like them a lot more if they had violent stuff on them." That's my boy. Now Steve is at work and the kids just woke me up from my nap and darn it if I still don't resent Steve for taking the remote to the bathroom with him so I wouldn't get it, back when we were in San Diego two weeks ago. Kidding! What I really want is to get my children to respond to my requests/pleas/commands without me having to get mad first. Does anyone know the secret? For instance, if I want Elliot to clean up the dinosaur/pillow fort he made, and I've already asked him to do it 4 times, and he made a half-hearted attempt for 30 seconds, but it's still not clean, what is my next move supposed to be? Do I (a) turn...

I watch tv on a very haphazard basis. If I'm nursing Norah, or eating lunch, I will turn it on and flip through the channels. Usually it's the middle of the afternoon and all levels of garbage are on, so I end up switching back and forth between Dr. Phil and Family Feud, or I bemoan that nothing good is on at the same time as Martha (inclusive of Martha), so I run through the channels about 14 times, and then the baby's full or the food is gone, and I turn it off and go back to my other haphazard hobby, which is your blogs. I am absolutely a remote maniac. It is not even worth it to me to watch tv if I don't have the remote and can change immediately when a commercial comes on. I really hate commercials. So usually, I'm watching parts of two or three or four shows and I really have no idea what is going on in any of them. That's why I cannot deal with hour-long dramas. Who can keep up with the plot when you just catch a few minutes here and there? Yech! No than...

Yesterday for dinner I picked up: pizza. We put the leftovers in the fridge. Who doesn't love cold pizza leftovers for breakfast? So that's what the kids had, bright and early. Today at lunch, I was wanting something effortless, so I cooked up a Safeway self-rising crust frozen pepperoni pizza. "The best pizza we have ever, ever had," the kids shouted. After some snacking in the afternoon on cereal and clementines, which I have, in my kitchen, we met Steve at Costco this evening to return some shoes and to get dinner at the Food Court. I grabbed a table while Steve and the kids put in their order. Chicken caesar salads for the adults, and for the kids: oh, yes, he bought them pizza! So, let's review. Last night for dinner, today for breakfast, lunch and dinner: PIZZA. All with pepperoni. And now you understand the title of this post. Scheduled for tomorrow: tour of a doughnut factory with the kids and the cubs. The awesomeness continues. After Costco, we all went ...