be honest, how much tv has your kid watched this summer?
seriously, how much? 1 hr a day? 4 hrs a day? none?
i’ve slacked this summer in terms of jackson and his tv watching. i most definitely have, and as of right now, i’m still ok with that.
since jackson turned 3, his tv interests have changed. he’s in love with the disney channel now much more so than his former PBS go-to shows. i don’t think it’s so bad. sure the disney channel may now have a jacked-up-looking mickey mouse and way more computer generated shit than i certainly remember… but times change.
honestly, it’s made me happy to see jackson get excited about mickey mouse and all of the beautiful splendor that is disney. i still remember the first time i went to disney with my parents (i was 5) and my dad shouldered an enormous video camera the entire day to record my every moment in the magic kingdom.
remember VHS? i know! crazy pants!
with us moving back to florida in just 4 short weeks, i know paul and i will have trips to disney to consider in the near future.
and yeah, i suppose i’m justifying jackson’s tv watching in explaining my love of all things disney, and so that makes me wonder how the rest of your summers have gone in terms of tv watching.
we’ve traveled a lot this summer. A LOT. between trips with our family, house hunting, adventures around the baltimore/DC area before we leave here, we’ve been busy.
there has been more outside time (when it’s not 118 degrees out) whether it’s been in the pool, at the park, going to get an ice cream cone, feeding the ducks, which has been wonderful.
and when there is inside time (because it’s 118 degrees out) we do play-doh, puzzles, blocks, and plenty of activities that don’t involve the boob tube.
…but we also watch tv.
i suppose in the same way that i used to look forward to summer for the lazy-factor when i was a kid, i’m seeing that i’m ok with my own kid possibly feeling the same way (at least for now).
he’ll start preschool once we move and for 5 days a week will be in a structured environment that he hasn’t yet experienced. his 2 year old program last year was fantastic, but it was 3 days a week for only a few hours at a time, basically to socialize.
knowing that he’s embarking on his first taste of real school this year, what’s so wrong with a little extra tv this summer?
it’s not like i’m pumping him full of junk food and soda and zombie-fying him and giving him popsicles for breakfast so that i can have more time on the internet…
::side eyes::
is it bad that as i type this post, jake the pirate is on in the background? i don’t think so because i hear my son over the tv, yelling “ARRRRRG MATEY!” and i am reassured that he is enjoying himself, which makes me happy.
isn’t that what summer is about? an extra dose of happy? a little extra tv?
or not?
you tell me. how much tv has your kid(s) watched this summer?
when hanging out on the internet
here’s the thing… strapless bras serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever. none. i’m all for bra burning, but with strapless bras, i would bring gasoline to that party.
i believe the intended purpose for the strapless bra is that women look as though they are wearing a bra (i.e. no nippige, no sagging, plump pillows of lusciousness) without actually seeing the bra; however, when you think about it and truly dissect the strapless bra, you come to understand that people see it anyways because you’re always fucking adjusting it.
it always slips down. always. and you hike it back up. always.
therefore, it becomes known that you are wearing a strapless bra.
pointless. absolutely pointless. kind of like your appendix. except you don’t have to adjust your appendix. unless you have it removed because it explodes on you. i would consider that an adjustment.
same goes for the thong. the point is to look as though you’re not wearing underwear. so you wear the string up your ass and then time passes and it gets uncomfortable and you find some way to shimmy yourself just right in order to pluck said string from your ass and go about your day.
of course once you go in to pluck your thong from between your ass cheeks, your boss calls you in to a meeting and 4 of your coworkers look over at you while your hand is fishing in your bum.
pointless, people. pointless.
keeping all that in mind, here’s where i’ll be hanging out this weekend…
click on the button above, or click here to take a peak at the current giveaways going on. then get yourself comfy and join us this weekend as we let it all hang out.
back by popular demand
3 years ago, one of my dearest online friends, jenn and i came up with the idea to have a shindig of sorts for those of us who are at home (for whatever reason) during the BlogHer conference.
last year, we passed the hosting duties on to two amazing women, lu and jen, who worked their hot asses off while jenn and i made sweet love in NYC.
… and so we’re back! from outer space! i just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face…
we’ve kicked this year off with a frickin ridiculous giveaway, A FULL WORDPRESS DESIGN AND 1 YEAR OF HOSTING, and we would love for you to join us in the fun.
there’s plenty more to come in the week ahead, as we prepare for partying on our couches.
so, pop on over to blogherathome.com, take off your bra, mix a cocktail, and enjoy!
we truly are here for your entertainment. (did someone mention boobs?)
independence
this post is for the writing prompt “independence” that’s up over at studio 30+ this week.
she stared at the white, flaked chip on the mug until her coffee was cold. finally she took a sip. then another. and with the third sip, she drained the coffee and left the dregs at the bottom.
the air conditioning kicked on with a slow hum as she pushed herself away from the kitchen table. a small spider made its way up the edge of the white door frame.
for a split second, she entertained the idea of moving back in the house. it was certainly lovely and comfortable. but she had broken free of this house, this space, this life.
the eldest of 5, she was the executor of the will. how she had acquired such responsibility, she had no idea. but it was there. the weight of it all. resting in perfectly cylindrical knots atop her shoulders.
she reached behind her head and squeezed the decades of stress and obligation.
“get rid of it,” she told henry, who scribbled in his notebook and then shrugged at her sibblings.
everything would be auctioned off to the highest bidder. it would be in the papers. dollar signs and last names.
when her brother protested, she closed her eyes.
“just think about it first, j. we don’t have to decide right this minute.”
opening her eyes, she reached for the drained coffee mug. she regarded the chip, touching it with her index finger. applying pressure until the crimson droplet found its way to the surface and then bled onto the rim.
“get rid of it,” she said again, and threw the mug against the pantry door.
cries were heard in the background as she exited the house. her sister called after her, but knew she wouldn’t return. it was never her intention to be there in the first place.
she got in her car and found a band-aid underneath some napkins in her glove compartment. after tossing a used napkin out the window, she lit a cigarette and pulled out of the driveway.
Have a Sip
