Author: Laura

a lame post for Sunday

Oh man! 24 minutes to spare, and I discover this weekend blogging thing is harder than I thought it would be. Here’s what I have for you: Lolita – beautifully written, intriguing and horrifically, disgustingly twisted. A train wreck. Spiderman 3 – ridiculous! Crack-my-ass-up, silly! 

no time for titles

Here I am, Saturday, with one hour and three minutes left in the day to post. Here I am posting 🙂 97 pages left of Lolita to read before tomorrow afternoon. Kelly said something along these lines, but I will say it again. It reminds 

attention Detroit area writers!

While I have your attention: The 4th Street Writers Workshop is currently accepting submissions for new members. If you are serious about writing (fiction or nonfiction) and would like to join a workshop run in the traditional manner, please send a brief writing biography and 

squishy

As if I needed one more reason to drop 30 lbs. It seems Dylan has “discovered” Mommy’s fat! Yes, Mommy’s belly is squishy! Trust me, I am well aware. It is being worked on. Adults don’t tend to acknowledge other people’s fat. Not directly, and 

here we go!

Dear readers, I promise to do my best to be interesting and thoughtful. But let me apologize in advance, if in a brain-fart, I begin writing about what Dylan ate for lunch, or how long it’s been since I showered, or how I saved $9 

NaBloPoMo 2007

I thought that was funny 😉 Well, it’s official. I’m signed up. I actually had something interesting and thoughtful to post today, but nope! I’m saving it! I’m saving every single thought, significant or not, that might possibly lead to a blog entry. Because Lord 

God bless the Backyardigans

I just want to send a personal “thank you” out into the world, to the brilliant person who came up with The Backyardigans. Dylan actually sat down and watched eight whole minutes of the show, and I was able to make us a real lunch. 

daddies in the crossfire

The mommy wars have officially leeched into the daddy-world. You know what I mean – the working mom vs. stay at home mom, breastfeeding vs. formula-feeding, cry-it-out vs. no-cry. We thought they were judgments and bickers between ourselves, between moms. Wars hurting each other, but 

disposable digital

I have discovered something it seems the rest of the world already knows – that digital cameras are basically disposable cameras if they break. And mine is broken. It’s a small, but annoying problem – the shutter thing (?) does not open all the way 

Dylan says,

“Arrrgh!” Halloween is SO much more fun with a baby!