November 11, 2007

The Great Mascara Road Test, take … uh, four?

Despite my paid public assertions that there is an ideal waterproof mascara, I am still searching (and for the record, the Blinc stuff kind of freaked me out, with the wee little TUBES that WASH OFF and FALL INTO THE SINK LIKE THE LEGS OF SOME WEIRD BUG). Today, when I was in the grocery for what I swear to you was the SECOND time in TWO DAYS, I grabbed a tube of L’Oreal Lash Out, in black.

Because Belinda, among others, swore by it. And I totally trust Belinda. And the rest of you, too, of course. But mostly Belinda.

She was not wrong. (more…)

November 9, 2007

NaBloWhatNow?

We took the kids to Turkey Bingo at their school tonight, because nothing says Catholic School like Bingo Night (with the priest calling the numbers and everything!). They had a great time, and Henry won TWICE! Note to self: have the boy buy my lottery tickets next time. Apparently he has The Gift.

Despite the fact that it was Turkey Bingo, we did NOT come home with a turkey. In a freak twist of fate, Henry managed to win both times in the Kids’ Bingo round. And — AND! — he happily agreed to let Charlie have the second prize.

Isn’t that nice? Too bad they both chose crappy light-up swords that will be broken before lunch tomorrow. But still! So nice.

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November 8, 2007

for Chris

Who texted me to say that she was freezing.

It was sunny and 70 here today.

November 7, 2007

if it weren’t November, I wouldn’t be sharing ANY of this

Last night, I decided that we needed a vegetable with dinner, something that hadn’t been frozen. So I went poking around in the pantry. And found this.

Once upon a time, that was a sweet potato. Who the hell knows what it is now. Whatever it is, it’s in my trash. Good riddance.

We had frozen peas with dinner. (more…)

November 6, 2007

the best offense is a good defense

Charlie has been shooting hoops in our driveway recently, on our regulation-height basket, with a regulation-size ball. Because even though he’s only five, he’s tough.

(And the mechanism that lets us lower the backboard isn’t working and we keep forgetting to pick up a kid-sized ball. That too.)

The other day, he was playing and he wandered into the garage and came out in his bicycle helmet. “Whatcha doing, buddy?” I asked.

“Playing basketball,” he said, “but the ball keeps hitting me in the head when I shoot, so I’m going to play in my helmet.” And he did.

And then last night, when we got ready to leave for basketball practice, he was digging around in the shoe closet. “What do you need, Charlie?” I asked, exasperated because we were running late.

“My CLEATS!” he said. “To play BASKETBALL!

New post at The Working Closet — this time with a PHOTO ESSAY. You heard me. With professional-quality photos like this one. (more…)

November 5, 2007

sentimental

Slide bracelet and watch. Read about the bracelet here.

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