A query for anyone who is tech-savvy: Some readers are seeing html coding throughout my posts since I’ve switched to my domain (the blogspot leads to the domain www.annsrants.com). Only some readers see it though. I looked in blogger help and they provided two explanations: pasting from Word and not writing in compose mode. I do both of these, but always have without a problem. Any other ideas? Bah.
Welcome, FAFians! The riotous bloggerinka of Motherhood in New York joins me for free association today here on m’blog and over at HBDC blog. I provided the words in bold and she associated freely. Bouganvilla – I’m going to need an antibiotic, aren’t I? Tina Yothers– Jennifer. DUH. Chiminea — the fuck? Chimera — OMG, my parents once had the worst fight because mama called papa a chimera. We were in Paris at the time, so it was sort of fitting. Hey Jumbo Jumbo — hey yourself! Bun Cover— I’ll take two, please. Decoupage— seriously,… Read More »Free Association Friday: Marinka
Now you know that I’m the master of my blog domain (I bought my domain name). Today I admit to Googling myself. I’m learning not to feel ashamed–that it’s perfectly natural–and I’m hoping it’s not the cause of the warts on my hands. After Googling “anns rants” I came across one of my recent posts on Wedding Vows: Un blog utilisant Le Blogue du Québec. Ooh, fancy! It seemed like my post at first. They used my blog title and the correct post name, but after that things got hinky. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t link back… Read More »Plagarized, Bastardized, French-Canadianized!
I. TwoPointFive: (5:30 AM) That your earbwow? Me: Yes, that’s my eyebrow. TwoPointFive: It’s biggg? Me: Uh. I guess. TwoPointFive: Inspector Gadget? II. I had the pleasure of a phone call from Suzy last week. She shared with me her wart wisdom. Well, its actually Louise Hay’s wart wisdom. I have tiny expressions of anger all over my hands. I know, I know, the more you learn about me, the hotter I get! Later that same evening I had a drink with Amy who shared with me her wart cure; Wish them away! So first… Read More »Rude Awakenings
This week I had the pleasure of free-associating with Rene of Not The Rockefellers. Rene’s smart writing and unique sense of humor make for terrific blog posts, and notoriously funny comments all around bloggyland. As usual, I provided the words in bold, and Rene provided the rest. Enjoy! Geiger Counter – Where all the Geiger business is conducted, at the Geiger counter, don’t go anywhere else they’ll just tell you to get back on line. Nefarious – That’s a total Jeremy Irons word. Or that Sesame Street Vampire..is he still on? Vampires are hot right… Read More »Free Association Friday: Rene from Not The Rockefellers
Always searching for the good scissors? Tired of Tupperware falling on your head every time you open the cupboard? Need a little organizational motivation? Forget hiring a professional, and find yourself a pooper. Last week potty training stormed in, and blew me a surge of organizational energy unparalleled since my days of pregnancy nesting. I’ve sorted toys. I’ve reorganized closets, and delivered bins full of hand-me-overs to friends. I’ve even tackled the unused spiced drawer! Correction; I’ve mentally tackled the unused spice drawer. Husband witnessed my transformation into the Tasmanian Dirt Devil, as I feverishly… Read More »Motivational Pooper
Every week I visit Trader Joe. I give him sums of money. I’m a Trader Ho. Everyone knows I’m a Trader Ho—at the library, at preschool, even (for shame) at other grocery stores. My industrious Trader Joe keenly branded my life with his scarlet letters on indestructible bags, and he keeps my kids tattooed in stickers. Joe has serious street cred. No, seriously, you’ve GOT to try the Greek-style yogurt. The beluga lentils perfect a salad. The COOKIES, O, the cookies: Oatmeal dark chocolate chunk, Maple crèmes, the Sea Salted Brownie Bites… Even kids love… Read More »Trader Ho
Welcome, Free Associates! Today Braja, our beloved Blogging Yogi, and author of Lost and Found in India (the blog and the upcoming BOOK) gives her responses to the list of words I provided in bold. As if she needed all that intro with her following… Englebert HumperdinkSideburns sideburns sideburns!!!! Ahhh, Engel. He was an encouragement to people to be brave enough to keep their bizarre names when they become famous. I know he made this up. Wasn’t he Reggie Dwight before? ButtressReinforced panties. UvulaEr..I don’t want to speak of ‘rude bits.’ NaugahydeThat’s the language cows… Read More »Free Association Friday: Braja The Blogging Yogi
Beloved husband, on the occasion of our upcoming Tenth Wedding Anniversary I would like to say I love you, I like you, and I vow the following benevolently if and only if you match my generous vows!! When I let you sleep-in, you greet the day enthusiastically within ten minutes of gentle prodding. Ok, sometimes this includes unintentional toddler ball-slam but hey, it’s a lot easier than a vasectomy. No no my Dear One, twenty minutes is far beyond my “mommy-go-psycho” grace period. It’s a challenge grant. Accept the challenge and we become “Buddies” and… Read More »Let’s Renew Our Vows: A Challenge Grant!
And I’m on a very short leash. This weekend, Two-Year-old dealt the toddler trump card. He officially opened Pandora’s Potty, unabashedly displaying his toilet readiness. His potty power can not be denied, and to respond “No” or “Wait a minute” or “Do it yourself” is ignorance defined. For the next days, weeks, hell MONTHS, even before the “P” leaves his mouth for “Pee-Pee in da…” we’re off on the potty relay; abandoning full grocery carts, dodging innocent bystanders, ripping off 2Ts, and fumbling with germ-ridden public toilet seats. By the time we get to “..otty”… Read More »I’m the Potty Bitch