Why Miranda? Why?
First, you fark my boyfriend. It’s cool, he doesn’t actually know I exist so I suppose he has to fark someone. Then I have to delete all my Google alerts because you keep turning up in them. And OK, so they’re saying that you’re about to get engaged. Again, it’s cool. It had to happen sooner or later. Did I jump on the Miranda Haters bandwagon? Noooo. Hell, I even wrote a semi-supportive post about how unfair it was to call you a cabbage. Then, I read this. Writing a book, eh? For teenage girls?
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My excellent friend Stevo played a little trick on me a few days ago. Stevo changed his web address and neglected to tell me what the new one was. When I asked him where I could find his new home he told me to go to www.meandorlandomamba.com. Because I’m an idiot, I did. It took me several days to realize that he was joking.
To get back into my good graces (at least I think that’s what he’s up to) he nominated me for a Blogger’s Choice award. I’m up for Best Humor Blog. I realize that I have almost no chance of winning because in the scheme of things I’m a big nobody in the blogosphere. However, if I could make a decent showing it would be nice. So vote for me here:
Vote early and vote often!
(Extra special thanks to Stevo for not nominating me for “Most Obnoxious Blogger” or “Worst Blog of All Time.” “Hottest Mommy Blog” would have been nice though.)
I was talking to an Hispanic colleague a couple of years ago about how much she hated Jennifer Lopez. JLo doesn’t have the same experiences that your average Latina woman has, and my colleague, Amy, resented the fact that JLo was held up as the shining example of what Hispanic women are supposed to be. I should point out that Amy is a very well-educated woman who also happens to be a department head at a large New York City universtiy. Now there’s a role model. Read More »
The Rizzutos are watching Pink Floyd: The Wall. I goaded Dante into watching it. I told him that if he’d never be cool, not really, unless he liked Pink Floyd.
My excellent friend Shadodottir was remarking that since my churdren are now listening to the Bay City Rollers they must be over the Raffi stage. The truth is, we never listened to Raffi or anything Raffi-like around here. Dante is a rocker. I started him off on Yellow Submarine when he was about 6 and he’s been a Beatles fan ever since. He also loves Elton John, Stevie Wonder, and The Grateful Dead, although that was more Mr. Rizzuto’s doing than mine. I’m no Deadhead. Once Dante made me sit in the car and listen to Baba O’Reily in its entirety, which I thought was pretty cool. He also likes Patsy Cline, which worries me a little bit, but it could be worse.
Yes, I realize these are all dinosaur bands, but I can’t very well have him listening to Puff The Magic Diddy now can I?
Here, have some Pink Floyd.