Yeah, I hate bios. I've started this bio about 23 times, and that's about as many former lives I've had (Air Force brat, actress, stand-up comedienne, Saks Fifth Avenue perfume chick, editor on Wall Street to name a few). I sometimes think my former life list (and I love lists) would make Shirley MacLaine a little jealous. Current life includes writing, mommying, wife-ing and living in NYC. Constants throughout former lives and current lives (a literal reference as well as nod to Lost): jazz, TV, and McDs French fries.
Day: Starbucks (bold blend only, none of that Pike Place dreck). Night: Vino. Always in fridge: Champagne.
Ever been out to dinner with that couple? The couple who tells you how they both just read The Help for their book club (yup, they are in it together). The couple who quotes Desperate Housewives at the same time because they never miss it and watch it together. The couple who just planted six rose bushes together and are figuring out what to put in the little area by their garage. Yes, the couple that does everything together, agrees on everything? That, to me, sounds boooorrrrinnnng. Maybe I'm just channeling my inner Elaine from Seinfeld, a bit cynical, but c'mon! It's like Welcome to Snoresville.
My husband and I don't agree on many things. Let me rephrase: we don't agree on much of anything. And I love it.
Are things a little lacking in the bed department? Do you and your honey need to reconnect? Who doesn't need a little oomph in the love area. Especially when you are so busy with work during the week, keeping up with the yard and home crap on the weekends ... and dealing with the kids, well, every day.
We've got a little hint for you. Go grab your iPhone, snatch the digital camera, and do something only the two of you can do ... and snap away. You hearing wonk-a-chica-wah-wow?
You have just gone through (fill in the blank) hours of labor. You see your baby for the first time and you count those fingers, count those toes, hear the Apgar score, and hold her for the first time. They swaddle her up quickly, so tight, so cuddled, and then you hold her again. Maybe it's at her first diaper change or maybe you can see it on her cheek right off. A birthmark. Big, small, dark, faint, reddish, or brown.
You know your kiddo is perfect, no matter what marks she may have. But some birthmarks can be indicators of more serious conditions. How do you know? What do you do?
It is coming up. Father's Day. June 19, people. I'm thinking of my dad aka The Colonel. He is a gardener. He has 4 hoes. He has his one favorite pair of gloves. He knows his way around Lowe's blindfolded ... and his local nursery owner asks him for gardening tips. Sound like a dad, a husband, a man in your life with a green thumb?
For any holiday or birthday, I know I can't go wrong with a garden gadget or two for The Colonel. But which one? As I was hunting for this year's Father's Day gift, I thought I'd pass my findings along.
Maybe it is on your favorite, go-to white button-down, the one that goes with everything. Or perhaps it is on that great long tunic t-shirt that looks awesome with your skinny jeans. It is definitely on your husband's undershirts. Yup, I'm talking the yellow armpit stain. Some are a faint tinge, some are as yellow as a sunflower, others are yellow and, sadly, crunchy. It is a part of wardrobe life, a part of what happens when you wear that beloved white shirt a few too many times.
Don't be ashamed, it happens to all of us. But it doesn't have to! There are some tricks to get those yellow beacons of old sweat out of there as well as how to not let them creep into your drawers to begin with!