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Posted on January 12, 2009

It’s a jolly holiday with you Burt… Been watching lots of Mary Poppins at Chez Wink. Seriously people, I flit, I float, I want to slit my throat. That’s awful isn’t it, but it’s so bad I am missing Yo Gabba Gabba. Sure, it was sweet at first, sort of Little House on the Prairie, squeaky clean, “My kids are singing along with Julie Andrews while your kids sit, eyes glazed before the golden bangs of Hanna Montana,” righteousness. Now? Well, now I fear that I may end up a bit like the jolly uncle, floating on the ceiling laughing at god knows what. I now totally get this: So, as I sit gently rocking myself in the corner willing the dancing penguins to…

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Posted on January 11, 2009

Before becoming a mom I thought I knew what it was I would most cherish doing— sprinkling Santa lore, fostering boundless imagination and energy and trips to the park. The reality I discovered was that I voluntarily took a back seat to the Santa stuff. I had never considered the second person, my partner, as I imagined parenting. Sean has been magnificent in what he has assumed, telling the girls with great fanfare and reverence about the work of Santa; from what the reindeer need to eat, to the distance that Santa must travel. I’ve perched in shadowed corners to listen, smiling softly knowing that I probably would’ve stopped at red velvet with black piping. Sean has handled the lion’s share of bedtime duties…

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Sea Change

Posted on January 7, 2009

I am admittedly bad with history and geography, like Leno-stupid-people-bad or “Are you smarter than a 5th grader?” bad. It’s embarrassing and something that needs to be remedied before the girls are old enough to realize mom’s kind of a ditz. Luckily little things like floor size puzzles of the United States I no longer imagine Wyoming and Montana being reversed. Next up, maps of Europe, South America, with Asia and Africa to follow. The history thing is going to be a wing and a prayer and a whole lot of, “Hmm, ask Daddy,” I think. I used to be proud of my celebrity knowledge. It was my thing: who dated which star, what movie starred which actor etc. I still follow some of…

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Crack’n the addle

Posted on January 3, 2009

Back in the saddle seemed so dull, so you get crack’n the addle or jumping into 2009 with a clear head, an open heart and a touch of the smart ass. Oh, and another thing as I come into the tail end of my 35th year, there is going be a bit more self-love, self’s ass love that is. No, that’s not a slam toward Sean, he’s a smart ass with a fine ass, but he’s not an ass. I mean mine. No more sniveling about this or that, just 100%, grade A, all-American, organic Manda-ass*. *Because this new self’s ass love is a new resolutiony thing I was clean out of Amanda ass shots 😉 Are you still reading? Seriously, I’ve been bobbing…

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Stripped Bare

Posted on January 2, 2009

Last winter I had someone send me an email. I won’t post it in its entirety, but it went a little something like this: “Thank god you finally complained. I have often considered not reading your blog anymore, you just don’t seem real the way you write. The post you wrote the other day let me see that you aren’t so perfect.” After I got that email I struggled, what was safe to write? Was I really being disingenuous? I didn’t think so, but I was uncharacteristically impacted, rocked to my core really, to think that this space that I use to chronicle my life with with my girls would be questioned. It is my gateway to these years that are already becoming a…

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