so..on wednesday, as i drove home from work to pick up my baseball glove that i’d forgotten at home and then as i got on the highway only to find, not one, but two accidents on the small stretch of highway i was on that made me late for my game…i got to thinking…these are [...]
i like to read. i’m sure y’all know that. i mean, i work in book publishing….it sort of comes with the territory. and while i weed through the crappy 6th grade read-alouds by day, i try to fill my head with GOOD books by night. i recently finished reading the book Love Walked In by [...]
come and visit me over at Fussypants today. She up and went and had herself a fifth baby boy….and was crazy enough to ask me to hold down the fort today. i’m over there talking about my worst break-up ever. i’ll give you one hint… also…i’m about to get random on you…but, seriously, what the [...]
among my many genetic gifts is one i’m actually quite happy to have (thanks mom and dad!). i am relatively un-hairy. as a woman, this is certainly something to be thankful for. it doesn’t stop me from shaving the blond hair on my legs every. single. day. though (yes, i am freak…) but i’ve never [...]
May 2007: may 2008: (see more wonderland on flickr, of course) it’s no secret that i’m a complete and total CROC-BLOCKER. all things croc give me the heebiejeebies. i’ve written about this before. many times. but lookie what i went and done did… i bought these for Isabella and these for Josh and these for [...]
again. (oh yes, that’s right. it’s not the first time.) (i can remember many a time getting pulled from class with a phone call from my mom apologizing for forgetting. back in the olden days when we didn’t all carry cell phones) and i don’t even have my very own long duck dong. or my [...]
Dear Josh, you get the points for the most creative birthday card ever. and thanks for hoping i have a good life. not seeing it? love, mama Dear karma, irony, and/or murphy’s law, just because i said i refuse to grow up and i still feel like a teenager (and i still check out the [...]
nothing like waking up to a little site hacking…shit. shit. shit. i *think* i got it fixed…but this is around the time when Ali panics and wonders why she really knows nothing about the backend of things (the backend of wordpress, you pervs…) must get on that. upgrade to 2.5.1. in my free time. because [...]
miss me? why, yes, i DID disappear yesterday. you see, yesterday was Victoria Day in Canada…commonly known as the May two-four weekend, because, get it? two-four? (we canadians like to use this weekend to booze it up) and it’s usually on the weekend of the 24th…only, um, this year it doesn’t quite work… anyhoo…i DID [...]
my stepmom is likely the world’s most friendly and outgoing person. she talks to everyone, everywhere. i remember when i was 12 and we were in myrtle beach. she walked right over to these two pre-teen hooligan types (i really just wanted to use the word hooligan, because, clearly, it’s not used enough), grabbed the [...]
two lovely lovelies have begged me to talk about myself. haha. Amy and Julie told everyone six random things about themselves and have now asked me to do the same. i’ve actually done this before. several times. but, there’s no end to the ali quirks…so, here you go… 1. my all-time favorite comfort food is [...]
i used to have this hairdresser therapist Jodi. i loved her. from the start of the foil to the end of the ironing, we would talk. about our lives. our men. my husband. her nasty divorce. my ever-expanding brood, her little boy. she was my therapy back then…was way back before i had all of [...]
sign that i need a new car: someone fucking swiped the H symbol off the back of my civic. what exactly does one do with such a treasure? hmm? are these a hot commodity? the least they could have done was gone into the car and stolen my ipod that i’d left in there…or my [...]
i’m in big trouble. i have a mall, like, literally across the street from my house. i swear. it’s actually faster to walk there than to drive there. it’s thisclose. usually, it’s great. i meet Tova there for coffee after work every monday. it has a great children’s resource center where my nanny takes Isabella [...]
advice of the day, from Ali: never, ever, give up your immunity necklace. yes, i would be talking to you…Erik aka the dumbest survivor ever. also? dude with the dumbest hair. advice of the day, from Isabella: we don’t touch our bum-bum, and we don’t eat poo. even if there’s corn. words of wisdom today, [...]
so, i was all ready. i had my fancy new glove. and my fancy lime green [insert company name here] sharks t-shirt (sure, it’s lime green and it’s about 40 sizes too large…but at least this year i actually GOT a shirt…) i was all over this. and then it started to rain. and then [...]
I wasn’t nervous about meeting Christopher Bolton. I was much more nervous about finding the restaurant and finding myself a parking spot. I found both easily, and found Christopher sitting at the bar. (we laughed as i pulled out my decrepit tape recorder and hoped that i’d be able to hear the interview when i [...]
i should have known. i should have known something was up this week when at 7:20 this morning, all three of my kids were still sleeping. i should have known from the fact that i wore the same pair of jeans on Friday and on Monday. (they ARE my – discontinued – dessas, but STILL…i [...]
go on, take a gander at this. not sure what you are looking at? this, folks, is what the husband and i pulled out of our fridge yesterday. FOUR jars of duck sauce**. SEVEN jars of pickles. and ELEVEN containers of open mustard. this is what happens when you can’t seem to fit your groceries [...]
i’ve mentioned before that i’m the product of four uber-hardworking parents. because of this i was one of those tv-as-babysitter kids. i learned, from a very early age, who was who in Genoa City, because my grandfather and i would watch Y&R together. i knew the price of fabric softener and bleach from watching the [...]
I have an irrational fear of being bald. My maternal grandmother always had very little hair…but that was from spending years in Auschwitz. My mom has hair. Hell, even my Dad has hair (although, strangely, no leg hair. it’s a mystery that my sister and i have always tried to figure out. was he a [...]
