Um, this doesn’t seem like a good idea. I mean, sure, Worthington Direct’s website points out that “Some states do not allow stacking type cribs, check your local regulations before ordering,” but I kind of feel like this could be dangerous in any state.
Yesterday, for Yosemite National Park's 123rd birthday the park was…closed! Yep, because that big loud preschool we call Congress could not figure out how to play nice, we are in government shut down mode. Which means, all national parks are closed until further notice. Hope nobody got Yosemite an ice cream cake for the celebration!
Maybe this is all really about karma, though. Turns out that the name “Yosemite” is what the once-local Native American Ahwahneechees tribe used for the white intruders. And it means “killers.”
So while I find it hard to believe how the name Yosemite stuck once this fact was known, it now seems rather apropos. After all, this (temporary) “killing” of otherwise normal, productive and potentially happy American life is the fault of the (infantile, idiotic, intruding, and predominantly) white “man.”
What’s the difference between “shame” and “humiliation”?
I don’t think the average adult can tell you the difference (I could not before 3 minutes ago), but when you think about it in terms of a child, the distinction becomes even more important to recognize.
Oh how I would love to say I would do this. I mean, I do say it. But I most likely will never attend one of these spontaneous mass dinner parties put on by Diner en Blanc. I don’t have a card table or picnic basket or even a cooler. Or “whimsical” wine-drinking, shrimp-eating friends. And, well, there is something ironic about squeezing together in a smallish space with 4,000 of your “friends” within a densely populated city, where most inhabitants feel like there are way too many people to begin with, sitting way too close to them, on any given day. But a girl can dream. And live vicariously (through unjaded neurosis-free people).
Following a particularly frustrating “discussion” with my husband recently, I threw a bag of mini chocolate chips, let’s say, “to” him. There was no yelling and nobody was injured by said chips. That is, there was no overt display of anger or tension. And one might claim that the “tossing” of the bag had nothing to do with the prior conversation. Still, was I entirely surprised when my two and half year old son immediately came up to me and said, rather firmly I may add, “mama, no throwing.”
I would love to feel well-equipped to calmly deal with my neurosis, frustrations, and daily anxieties (even the little ones that seem minimal and unobtrusive). And I still work towards this. But what I would also love is to have this be second nature at this point, as a working married mother in her late thirties. Well, clearly, for me this is but a dream but maybe it can be a reality for my son and his generation. Though, I also feel ill prepared to do this kind of teaching. Still, I shall try (not to hurl kitchen items or anything else for that matter at anyone).
I didn’t watch the VMAs (didn’t even know they were on). Yet, once more in a sort of "day after effect," I have gotten sucked into a related news (??) story.Well, that is the point, why I am reposting this video (it’s not like it or Miley Cyrus needs more publicity): I am still unsure if this is news, or what the news, or message, or discussion is. I read this commentary and then watched the video. Is this so shocking? Is she being racist? To be honest, I was most preoccupied by her tongue, not only did she keep sticking it out, but it’s just so…long. Miley Cyrus is part reptile. That’s the story right there.
When I was nursing my son, I joked with another new mom friend that it might be funny to chart all of the places we had either nursed or changed a diaper, creating a big boob and poop map of NYC (and the world). Well, I was too busy nursing and changing diapers and never did it. But this mommy did, at least in the form of a top ten list of her favorite nursing spots:
I don’t care what the song is about, or that the video is controversial (and possibly kind of dumb), or even that Robin Thicke is a cheese ball. This song is just so good, and even better with Jimmy and The Roots!
So at least one person/company managed to wake up and smell the capitalistic coffee, er, donuts, er “New York pie donuts” (??!).
Dunkin Donuts has started to sell the cronut ripoff (again, i.e., “NY pie donuts”) in Seoul, Korea and in Manilla. Interestingly, while it is a large international company mass producing these American curiosities they have still managed to also replicate the hype and sacredness of the original. Customers in Seoul have waited hours for a taste of sweet America and are limited to only two donuts per visit!