This is the first of several websites we’ll be launching. Our green site is coming soon…
Meanwhile, check this out!!
The nice thing about this site is it doesn’t require serious geek gadget headedness to understand or navigate around.
This is the first of several websites we’ll be launching. Our green site is coming soon…
Meanwhile, check this out!!
The nice thing about this site is it doesn’t require serious geek gadget headedness to understand or navigate around.
Sometimes lately I feel like I’ve been taken over by dancers from “Up with People!” or put on the psychic Hallmark wavelength, or placed in a John Denver song (”Sunshine… on my shoulder… makes me happppy..”)
It could be the new job***, the twins new soccer team (the joys of watching others exercise cannot be overstated, or truly understood by people with 6-pack abs).
It could be that next month I’ll have completed one-year of sobriety. It could be any number of things indescribably joyous that seem to have little relation to anything but a feeling that life is grand and that things are funny again, not just these things, but gallows humor kinds of things…
There are still many worries and concerns and things worth fighting for.. those efforts remain crucial this year more than ever…
***If you’re interested in being part of an exciting new on-line magazine, please send me an email (redsydarling@gmail.com) and I can get you more detailed information***
But right now, nothing seems as lovely as watching Tina Fey impersonate Sarah Palin:
My twins start First Grade today and it is so exciting I woke up at 4am. Aside from the obvious (she describes it as a release from prison) joy and freedom of having children involved in meaningful activities away from home, I’m struck by the surprising everyday weirdness of being a parent. Some mornings I’m still surprised that instead of finding some cute man at my kitchen table making dirty overtures while asking where the Ibuprofen is, I have instead three beautiful daughters fighting over who sits where and asking me when I’ll get them breakfast and why I’m moving so slowly. And also the burgeoning hope that they’ll love school as much as I always have.
Hardly newsworthy but still. First Grade.
’sigh.
Diary of a Frump: Day #2
This week I’m starting my new gig as managing editor of an on-line magazine launching this winter. My new employer, Crowd Fusion, is full of fancy Internet peeps and I’m honored to be among them. It’s full-time but all from home with only occasional travel, so very exciting.
I’ll be putting up notices of job openings here soon. Stay tuned!
Meanwhile: This disturbing series of pictures is thanks to the endlessly amusing Apple program: Photo Booth.
Have Photo Booth? Amuse your children for hours!!
Rachael
P.S. I’ve fallen into a big vat of FRUMP these past few weeks, between work stuff, appendicitis, and kids getting ready for school. High heel pink shoes take me away!!
Frump Exhibit A: