Joss Whedon (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Firefly) is using the Internet to spread the word about his latest film: Dr Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog. It stars two of my fav actors: Neil P-H (Doogie!) and Nathan Fillion (love!)
Here’s the trailer. Spread the word….
Teaser from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.
A few blogs I found that make me smile like I’ve just walked into the tax-free NH liquor store.
Terrible Mother - sassy and in your face parenting from a single mom’s viewpoint
Blonder and Thinnerrrr - love her History limiricks and the fact that she drinks just as much I do. I regularly laugh OUT LOUD at her posts.
Enjoy!
It appears that many of the Average Mom’s friends and family have become “in a family way” over the past few months. It seems to be spreading quickly and quietly in the night like Paris Hilton’s sex tape. One of my besties even knows already that she is having boy numero dos (which, much like the Versailles Treaty, now sets her up for another World War as she will have to try AGAIN for a girl.) One of my friends at work was luckier equally blessed with a daughter this past Tuesday. With all this procreation going on around me, I can’t help but start to think about my sadomasochistic desires to have another child. It’s a tough subject to discuss in my household, and even in my own brain. I keep falling back to that argument that Josie need s a companion, someone who completely understands where she is coming from and what she endured at the hands of her crazy loving parents. My husband, being an only child, has no concept of the bond that exists between siblings, tenuous and challenging as it can be at times, therefor he is blind to the benefits of having another child. On the other hand, having a baby “for Josie” is probably the worst thing we could do and a truly bad reason for bringing another person onto this overpopulated, over-exploited and unsustainable Earth.
But I have never been one to just accept a decision and move on, especially when the decision is not the one I want. So I have been playing with baby names the past few days. Why? Because it’s FUN! I no longer get to play with how I would sign my name if I was married to fill in the name of any of my many crushes here. I am married and now I knowhow I would sign my name, so that’s kind of a counter productive amusement at this point. SO! That in mind, here are my two final choices for the names of our future child. I tried to make them historically relevant, and family-based, names
For a girl: Cady Marie (for Elizabeth Cady Stanton, woman’s suffragist and intellectual, and my momma.)
For a boy: Theodore Lars (for my favorite President, Teddy Roosevelt: environmentalist and ass-kicker, albeit imperialist, and war mongering, and for my husband’s father.)
So tell me, what would you name the fruit of your loins? and why?
Discuss amongst yourselves……
I have been meaning to post a few pictures from our recent sojourn to Cape Cod. We had a great time. My husband realized that he can have fun, even if there is not a sports event with in ear shot. My daughter was able to experience the Atlantic Ocean for the first time and I was able to spend four days not thinking about work and was able to be truly present and in the moment with my family.
Here are a few shots.
She had a hard time getting used to her feet being “dirty”, so she hung on the blanket for about 20 minutes until she worked up the nerve to do this:
and this:
And look at the SMILE!! on my husband!!
Seriously Internet, this is a rarity unless some team from New England is winning something.
First Boat Ride
This was our cue to head home….the self imposed nap is more rare then my husband’s smile.
For those who do not know about my obsession with kombucha tea, well…..I am. Obsessed with kombucha tea.
My name is Your Average Mom and I am a Kombuchholic.
I started down this amino-acid paved path about 4 months ago, when I stumbled upon this:
at my local natural foods store while picking up some Tahini and dark chocolate. My total did not meet the minimum for a debit card purchase so I grabbed a Gingerade. As I opened the bottle, there was a lovely pop and fizz, eerily similar to opening a Sam Adams. The smell of the elixir was awful, like apple cider vinegar. I tentatively took a sip and in that moment, my life was forever changed. I began regularly purchasing the different varieties of Kombucha available and enjoyed all the different flavors that GT Daves produces, until the day my husabnd finally read a bottle that was stashed in the back of my fridge. The first thing he noticed was not the amazing health benefits of this tonic, but the price tag.
“$3.75 for this shit!”
The jig was up. My addiction had been revealed, as well as it’s financial toll on our family which was only exceeded by my Zenadrine addiction of the early millennium. I begged. I pleaded. But with gas prices on the rise, I was forbidden to purchase my crack-drink more then once a week. So, I did some Internet research and discovered that I could brew this wonderful health drink at home, for the mere cost of a starter culture: $2.50 on ebay. Sweet. I placed my order for my own “scoby,” from a nice gentlemen named Bacteriapimp (seriously) which totaled about $5.00, with shipping and handling, and I ran out to the local hardware store to purchase the necessary equipment for my brewing:
4 gallon Mason jars – $12.00, black tea – $3.50 , green tea – $3.50, sugar – $1.50, white distilled vinegar – $.89, food grade plastic strainers – $2.50 and a large funnel – $1.50.
Total cost: $30.89
I won’t go into the extent of my kombucha-brewing secrets, as it is boring and technical but if you are further interested you can find the majority of the directions here, though I have tweaked it a bit for my own tastes. It can be a rather long process, usually taking me about 2-3 hours to brew a new batch and bottle and infuse the finished kombucha, but it is a labor of lurve (as Eva would say.) And it saves me a butt load of cashola that I can then spend on more worthwhile things, like diapers.
So you are probably thinking: what kind of changes have you seen since you’ve been drinking this crap? Well, my friend, let me tell you. I have lost 15 pounds, I have more energy, I am, ehem…very regular and I have noticed that my acid reflux has disappeared. Could this all just be a coincidence? Maybe. Probably. I’ll let you know when I live to be 100.
I only wish our President could understand education enough to feel the same.
This is one that i will have to keep in mind as I make my move into public school…..
So Sorry I have been gone for so long, I have been dealing with a very exciting new development in my life, and no…it’s not a new baby. I have been at in service for my ****new****job*** I’ve also been dog sitting for the past 6 days for a BIG DOG. An actual, real dog.
Please don’t misunderstand me, I love my dog. He is the first thing I ever chose to give up a significant percentage of my freedom for. But Merle is, well, special. Let’s just say that if he were human he would totally be into interior decorating and track lighting. He’s the dog version of Jeff Lewis; anxious, high strung and gay. He is also very, very cute and loves me unconditionally. He could do without Josie or Kristian, but he is an emotional mess when Mommy is not around.
Merle has been sharing his swanky canine life with the polar opposite of himself for close to a week. Higgins is 100 pound hound-mix who is out of shape and could care less if you need to get through the door, he is sleeping there and you will just have to go around. He is totally chill and would rather not make a fuss, unless it is dinner time. Higgins is the dog version of the Dude. If he could stick his hands down his pants and scratch himself at the dinner table, he totally would.
Watching the two dogs evolve as a result of each others influence was fascinating to witness. Merle barely whined or yelped all week, even when I left the house. Higgins was playful, wrestling with Merle and expending energy when it was not required to. We were a little sad to see him leave last night (not too sad, as we celebrated with Kettle One and tonics until 11:30pm). While it was lovely to have a real dog around for a few days, that real dog attitude comes with real dog hair all over my house, my floors, my rugs, my pillows….oy vey! And don’t even get me started on the size of his excrement. I’m used to Merle who rarely poops and practically cleans it up himself! So, your Average Mom started the OCD recovery program last night and I’ve made a good sized dent in both the dog hair and in my anxiety about ALL. THE. DOG. HAIR. ON. MY. FLOOR! I’m sure once I’ve sterilized the entire house, I’ll finally sit down on my couch with a glass of Zinfandel and realize that there is no sounds of dogs huffing and puffing as they wrangle each other in the kitchen, that Merle is sitting on the back of the couch looking woefully out the window for his friend and that, despite his constant need to mark his territory on the corner leg of my bed, we miss Higgins.
