Monthly Archives: August 2011

The AliMartell Syndrome

My husband and I were trying to figure out the name for the syndrome I occasionally show symptoms of. You may suffer from this as well. You travel to someplace and you immediately fall in love with it and you don’t want to leave and you can see yourself putting…

They’re Heeeeeere!

I don’t like to set our house alarm. I know. I know. See, the thing is, there’s always someone in the house and when we are in the house, if a door opens, an alarm beeps. That, friends, is super fun. Actually, truth be told, it’s more comforting to me…

The “I” in PEI stands for I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE

Back when we were partaking in the Great Martell Atlanta Family Adventure, you know, way back when I lived with the kidlets in Atlanta for an entire year and their daddy came to visit for two weeks of every month, an interesting phenomenon occurred each time he’d come back to us. For…

No Need to Argue with this Ode to My Family as I’m Still Dreaming My Dream.

I’m thinking of switching from the subway to the GO train. I see you over there, rolling your eyes, wondering why on earth you read this site here, seeing as I am quite possibly the boring person on the face of the planet. No really, I am. I started playing…

Walter Cronkite, Eat Your Heart Out

When I was but a wee lass, and I realized that the whole professional ballerina thing wasn’t exactly going to pan out—what with my lack of dancer’s thighs and well, coordination, I became determined that my spirit path was going to lead me to the television. It made sense, really,…

Lloyd Christmas.

Ryan Gosling is not only a hero, what with his shopping-bag wielding, street-fight peacemaking abilities, but he can also do THE LIFT while sporting some lovely abs and can use the schvantz better than any yiddishe zaydie that I know. In other words, he is kind of, sort of perfect,…

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