So the 8-year old wacked himself in the junk just now. These things happen. I guess he's old enough now that it really hurt, you know, in a manly way. He's all fetal on the living room floor and I'm busting out my usual mom moves -- you know, "Take deep breaths" and "should I
You'll benefit from my inability to write an actual post today because thanks to my laziness you get this infographic instead. Infographic + vodka = good. Very good.
I have a love-hate relationship with Klout. As in, I love it when my score goes up and hate it when my score goes down. I know, I know the jury's still out on Klout -- the social media punditry love to kvetch about its actual relevance, how easy it is to game, etc etc.
I just had to find alien-themed nesting dolls for this weeks Matryoshka Monday. Super 8 opens this Friday and I'm geeking out so hard my family's starting to worry. J.J. Abrams meets Spielberg, are you kidding me? If "Lost" was my heroin, the Super 8 viral campaign is my methadone.
The Russian is leaving me...for three weeks this summer during his annual pilgrimmage home to Chelyabinsk. He just confirmed the dates. It's stressful when he's away. He's my rock and I miss him horribly. Why not go with him, you ask? It's not that easy -- we hit an impasse every time the subject comes
Memorial Day always sneaks up on me. I look forward to the long weekend, pool time, grilling and drinking with friends and family. It's ironic how quickly I lose sight of the holiday's meaning, given my family's history with military service...
I'm all over the place in this post: 3-D video games, augmented reality, shooting baby faces, summer vodka cocktails, getting insulted by Nintendo...I journey through 15 different mental states in the course of just a few hundred words...
I’ve mentioned the Russian’s little shoe problem. It manifests during warm weather as an unhealthy relationship with flip-flops. For me, flip-flops come in two varieties – the cute ones you pair with cropped pants on a casual day at the office, and the crappy rubber ones that cost $5 and are for everything else. Not
The Russian and I are embarking on a major home renovation project. With our flawless communication skills, my impeccable patience and his abiding respect for local zoning rules, what could possibly go wrong? The last time we did a big home project was last summer, when we finished the dungeon-like basement of our 1920s house.
If you think the world's largest nesting doll is located in Russia, think again...