stay-in-bed-mom
Stay-in-bed-mom
stay-in-bed-mom

I love you a lot right now. I posted something on election day well before the results came in about how emotional I was casting my vote. Because at the time I cast it I thought not only were we actually going to elect our first female president, but that she was going to be a Democrat. Because up until this year I

I broke down in tears as I filled in the little bubble next to Hillary Clinton. I’m surrounded with younger women all day who just don’t get it. They don’t remember Madeleine Albright’s appointment as Secretary of State. They don’t remember Janet Reno. They don’t remember conversations about whether America could be

Why would stores carry the cherries and not the pineapple? Screw all this election coverage; THIS is the story that America wants to see!

I’m really excited to find another baker of the fruitcake. At the grocery store this week, no one knew where the candied pineapple was and store employees kept saying “you know you can just buy a fruitcake” to me. The nerve! Like a store bought fruitcake could ever live up to the glory that is my preferred fruitcake

Here’s my baby on Halloween. I was super-busy with nothing non-productive anxiety this year so I cheated at Halloween. I’m a beekeeper do I just threw on my bee suit and she already had this bee suit for a bee festival at which I volunteer.

Buying a tree as soon after it is cut seems to be more important than how many weeks it is until Christmas. At least in my experience. I buy an 11.5' tree every year, and most lots only get in one shipment of trees that size. If I buy a tree the weekend before Thanksgiving, the tree lasts significantly longer than if

I’m so with you on the excitement. This weekend is a local Christmas-themed craft show. My mom and I rarely find anything at this particular show, but we always go because it’s the first Christmas event of the season. And this year was fantastic! I bought so many presents today! We were in such a good mood that we

When I was in the third grade, we had a strong mean girl clique pretty much centered around this one bitch named Natalie (I know we shouldn’t call 9-year-olds bitches, but her bitchery was solid and impressive). Anyway, there was another girl in our class named Rachel. Rachel was really shy and her mother was worried

I really wanted the punchline here to be “as soon as I found out, we got back together and now we’re happily married.”

Ugh. I voted for Nader in 2000 too. It’s not like my state would have gone blue anyway, but instill feel that shame.

I wear them, but never indoors. Most of my neighbors do our early morning/late night dog walks in pajamas so when it gets cool we throw our bathrobes on over that.

Evening events are the worst. I get that we want to do nice things for our departments/coworkers, but please don’t require me to teach for six straight hours then work in the lab for a few hours and THEN expect me to be excited about a free glass of wine before I go sit through what I would normally consider a pretty

I’m so often with you there. I worked over the weekend this week, so I think that’s part of why I’m not in the “why is this not done yet?!!!” mode this week.

That said, now I’m thinking “how is it Thursday and I still haven’t fixed this instrument?” The answer is that I’m not an analytical chemist, I have no

I’m sorry to have been the bearer of such terrible news.

I have very little to say about overpriced greens. Okay, I probably have lots to say. Like “mustard greens for life” or “my Dad got really upset last weekend when he paid $3 for a bunch of collards at a Martin’s and then saw the same sized bunch for $0.98 at Walmart.”

But the real reason I’m commenting is to say that

Dad? Is that you?

Yeah, I’d LOVE to live in a world where men my age (36) were comfortable being around a woman who might know more about something than they. Like if a male nanoscientist could accept that a female biochemist MIGHT know more about biochemistry.

I cried literal human tears reading this.

The ONLY acceptable use of crunch peanut butter is baking. Rocky Road Fudge? Yeah, that needs the crunch.

And I’m out.