not much of it around here. traffic, that is. because i don’t feel like baring all anymore, that’s right. and i never really bared it all to begin with — no cute pix of the kids, no “tell-all” marriage stuff, no trips to the Nervous Hospital, none of that.

want to know what brings ’em in? they’re searching for:

chocolate volcano cake
sex
i hate volunteering in class
rockstar mommy sez goodbye
live nude girls unite
Mayor Sam Adams
i’m freezing my baguettes off
geedee chickens and their mamas
lice here questions?

omg. why do i blog, again? cuz i forget. have a great great awesome night, y’all. all 3 of you.

— wm

ps if i was searching for Broccoli Casserole? I would land here and i would be happy. (love you bossy.)

Check out Figment.

Frances (from “A Birthday for Frances”): “That is how it is, Alice. Your birthday is always the one that is not now.”

here’s what is going on this weekend, and it’s all good:

1) since i’m taking a break from classes for, oh, the foreseeable future, I have some free time.

2) we bought PacMan Party and Just Dance 2 for the Wii and omg — we’re all four having so much fun. Especially with the old arcade games (PacMan, Galaga, Dig Dug). Our sweet little neighbor kid was over — he and Wacky Girl danced like mad to “Proud Mary” and it was so fun. “Soooooooooooo fun,” as my son would say.

3) Last night the four of us played Apples to Apples and it’s our new favorite family game (besides Wii). We giggled and just hung out.

4) Today I’m making Black Bean Soup, Asian Noodle Salad, and cornbread, three of our old favorites. (Corn Casserole actually sounds better, but plain cornbread with honey and butter will be more kid-friendly.)

5) i’m trying so so soooooooooooooo hard to not bake Christmas cookies and it is killing me. (just fyi.) (Edited on Tuesday to say: I don’t have to bake ’em — BlogHer is doing it for me. Ha.)

cha-cha-cha.

xo

wm

“…to defend and conserve oneself as a human being in the fullest, truest sense, one must defend and conserve many others and much else. What would be the hope of being personally whole in a dis-membered society, or personally healthy in a land scalped, scraped, eroded, and poisoned, or personally free in a land entirely controlled by the government, or personally enlightened in an age illuminated only by TV?” — Wendell Berry

and, one of my late father’s favorite songs:

“…once my heart was filled with the love of a girl/
I held her close, but she faded in the night/
Like a poem I meant to write/
And the leaves that are green turn to brown…”

Everybody out there, i hope you have a great weekend.

xo

wm

Eggnog, fudge, chocolate crinkles, appetizer platters. Uh, yeah.

So MyFood-a-pedia is my new best friend.

How about this one, too? justrun.org

Happy noshing and stretching.

— wm

“The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its disasters.” — Ross Macdonald, novelist (1915-1983)

what’s up with you, Internets?

xo

wm

when i was 12, my aunt’s boyfriend bought her a Corvette. she picked me up and we cruised and cruised all over the neighborhood in the sunshine. we stopped by my friends’ houses and they were all, WOW COOL CAR and this song came on and she sang to it really loud (guess which lines?) and that, my friends, was a perfect afternoon. you just rarely achieve that sort of nirvana, people, so when you do, grab it up with both hands.

peace and happy holidays,

wm