I find it frighteningly easy to slip into a world of complacency, lounging on my divan (that’s couch to you and me), contemplating my navel, lost in thought, or knee-deep in my very important, life saving work, with all of my projects, deadlines, and Skype calls to my best friend who has to remind me how complacent I’ve become. Thank you, Clementine. You’re the best.
About a month ago, I sublet a friend’s apartment in New York for dirt ass cheap rent, which was the only way that I could do it. It’s in my old building, where I used to live before I moved to Jersey and in with my boyfriend. I love it! The first thing that people ask me when I tell them of my news is whether I’m still together with my boyfriend. I respond, yes, it’s because I have my own place that we’re still together!
I will admit that it was only recently that I learned what LMFAO stood for.
Take a chance on yourself, because all we have is the here and now. Go out on a limb because that’s where the fruit is!
The actress, Holland Taylor, uttered those words, (I paraphrased) in her play, ANN, the story of the former Governor of Texas, Ann Richards, now on Broadway. So friggin’ true. And because I usually do what I’m told, I took a chance and went for the fruit.
I agree with Cher when she said that aging sucks. It can suck but I also have to practice acceptance if I am going to get older gracefully, which I want to do. Therefore, I accept the fact that aging sucks.
I went to the MoleSafe clinic yesterday at NYU. I’ve had some skin cancer (nothing serious, relax) and moles out the wazoo, so I thought that it best to take advantage of this fairly new screening program.
I was listening to some parenting expert the other day (and really, aren’t all parents experts?), and the woman was commenting on how kids don’t know how to be bored. If they ARE bored, they don’t know how to entertain themselves without the use of technology.
I loved this scene from Judd Apatow's "This is 40"...
Debbie: We have decided to cut back on all of the electronics we use.
Sadie: What?
Would you let your 17 or 18, or 19-year old daughter, and her boyfriend, share a bed if he slept over your house? Let's back up - would you ever even let your daughter’s boyfriend sleep over your house?
What's the difference between vaginal and clitoral orgasms? Is there even a difference? The answers may surprise you.
Let's start this somewhat sensitive discussion with a brief anatomy lesson:
One of the most frustrating and annoying things about being a Girlfriend Mom (and there are many) is the part in the show where my objections for this thing or that thing, fall on deaf ears.
In honor of Chanukah, I’m re-posting this adorable tale from last year with some updates. I know it borders on lazy, but I’ve got latkes to make and gelt to buy. And it’s not like anything has changed. It’s as timely now as it was 12 months ago. Sad. But true. L’Chaim.
