Alright. Gird yourselves; this is a non-crossfit post. This here blog started a few years ago when my youngest, who is now 9 years old, was but a wee babe. I wrote several times a week about the intersections (collisions) between being a mother and being an academic. In fact, this blog used to be… Continue reading nothing to see here
Oh, I’m trying to get my (late) annual review done. And there’s this pounding in my head. I can’t concentrate. Am I going crazy? The problem is that I’ve banned them from the Wii this afternoon because they were fighting over it. Can’t. Win.
If you’re a runner and a blogger (or otherwise-online-type), you can win a pair of great Oiselle Lesley Knickers over at Fitness for Mommies. I myself am looking for some running mojo during the ides here in CNY. And since I have no dinero, the shameless blog-post-for-possible-personal-material-return.
H is on her third pair of pointe shoes this year. My fingers are near-bleeding from sewing in the elastic and ribbon. The woman who fits H for her shoes reprimands me every time because I don’t make H sew them in herself. But *I* can barely push the needle through the thick elastic–how can… Continue reading please learn from my mistakes
Today we went to the ice rink–as though we don’t spend enough of our lives freezing at ice rinks. [That new Dunkin Donuts jingle about “freezing at Pee Wee hockey…” is practically my life right now.] But instead of sitting in the bleachers or working the snack bar, we all skated, including Little J, who… Continue reading thwarting winter break
In central New York, the public schools do an especially mean thing to parents. In the dead of February, when everyone (read: ME) is near insanity with the snow and crappy weather, the schools let the kids have a week off school. What I have to look forward to this week: Big J on his… Continue reading winter break
_The Gods Must Be Crazy_ (imdb) is a movie about, among other things, a tribe in Botswana that finds a Coke bottle (it had been thrown from an airplane window). The Coke bottle becomes immensely useful to the tribe: for grinding meal, stretching and smoothing animal skins, and making music. And because there is only… Continue reading the gods must be crazy