This New York Times story on the non-standard sizing of women’s clothes pretty much outlines why I hate shopping for clothes. I have literally four different sizes of clothing in my closet. I can try on two pairs of pants, in the same brand, make and size but in two different colors, and one pair [...]
Archive for April, 2011
It’s not just me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged clothes, clothes shopping, clothes sizes, Gap, jeans, New York Times, postaday2011 on April 25, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Triple sci-fi and calzones
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apocalyptic science fiction, Doctor Who, Duncan Jones, postaday2011, science fiction, Source Code on April 24, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Successful weekend: Overloaded on Doctor Who reruns, saw Source Code (because I am apparently a total Duncan Jones fangirl), researched apocalyptic science fiction and had Easter calzones. I seem to be living the idealized life of a nerdy 12-year-old boy. And it’s rather awesome.
Dress your children in florals and plaid
Posted in Family, tagged brother, childhood, Easter, parents, postaday2011 on April 23, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Ah, the Easters of yesteryear, when parents dressed and primped their children for church like prize hogs at the county fair. I recall that this dress was not as itchy as other Easter dresses I was subjected to. I still think that a plaid vest calls for a bow tie, whether you’re a toddler, a [...]
Cocoa, defender of the Crows
Posted in Family, tagged candy, childhood, dogs, Easter, Easter candy, mother, postaday2011 on April 22, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
This is Cocoa. Just looking at her, you wouldn’t guess that she scared the Easter bunny away one year. My brother and I woke up early that Sunday morning, expecting to find full Easter baskets on the dining room table and undoubtedly making plans to skirt the no-candy-before-breakfast rule. Alas, there were no full baskets. [...]
The neverending cold
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged common cold, pinkeye, postaday2011 on April 19, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Pinkeye? Really, springtime cold? This is your next move?
Somebody throw an Easter party, STAT
Posted in Eats, tagged baking, cake balls, carrot cake balls, carrot cake truffles, postaday2011, Serious Eats on April 18, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Some people would call these Carrot Cake Balls, not Carrot Cake Truffles. These people are also desperately trying to come up with a reason to make a batch. Once again, Serious Eats completely undermines my low-sugar eating plan.
Web find of the week
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cupcakes, Perpetual Kid, postaday2011, rabbit ears salad servers, Yumbot on April 15, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Oh, Internet. Without you, how would friends ever let me know that Yumbot Robot Cupcake Molds exist? Not to even mention Rabbit Ears Salad Servers.
Days of Our Lives
Posted in Family, tagged home office, postaday2011 on April 14, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Two people, working at home, in offices that are side by side. One likes to have a ham sandwich during a quiet, thoughtful lunch, while the other likes to surf the waves of Internet hilarity while dutifully downing leftovers. They take turns playing butler for the resident cat. Will it work? Doesn’t it have to?
Great unexpectations
Posted in Family, tagged childhood, Dr. House, first grade, health, house, postaday2011, strep throat, strep throat carrier, tonsils on April 13, 2011 | 1 Comment »
When I was in first grade, I spent almost the entire school year battling recurring bouts of strep throat. I don’t know how much effort anyone put into researching the cause of these continual infections (paging Dr. House); all I remember is going back to the doctor again and again to have my throat swabbed [...]
As Pictured Below: I’m on a cow
Posted in As Pictured Below, Family, tagged As Pictured Below, childhood, cows, farm, grandfather, postaday2011, Scancafe on April 12, 2011 | 5 Comments »
Just another day riding around on barnyard animals (avec supervision — if you look closely, you can see my grandfather’s boots below the cow’s belly as he hides from the camera). Best childhood ever? You tell me.

