Things I did elsewhere: Week 13 recap

How the hell did it get to be Sunday night already? I do not know! It was less busy than last week, but just when I thought I could rest on my laurels another one of those wicked kid bugs blew through the house and knocked me on my ass. Good times! I still managed to find the the time to do some stuff elsewhere.

Over at The Facebook Page I shared this week's meal plan. We had company for dinner last night and served Chicken Parmesan Rollatini with polenta and Caesar salad for dinner, and tartufo for dessert. The Rollatini was pretty good, but if I were to do it again I would have added a few chili flakes to the sauce and topped it with some shaved parmesan to bring a little salt to the party. That may be because I used salt-free soup stock, so YMMV.

At The Wine Fund, I talked about Incentria (big, fat fucking waste of time - that's my two cents worth, which is literally all I have earned there) and Favors and Flavors, a one stop shop for breastfeeding support and supplies. I also submitted posted an article on parenting honestly on Circle of Moms.


Have a great week!

He's minding the bollocks

It has been about 30 years since Johnny Rotten did anything meaningful. No, PIL doesn't count, with the possible exception of "Rise." My days as an adoring fan dictate that I must click on every article I see about him. When Johnny's at his cantankerous best, it's truly something to behold. But age changes people, makes us think of silly things like the future and reputations. Johnny has to eat so he has to consider things like the Sex Pistols brand. He can't let just anyone drop the c-bomb on Duffy.

Anyway, it seems he has a beef with the London Olympics. He thinks the games will bring on a ton of debt to a country that's already in the hole and the money could be put to better use. Reasoned points, one and all. To be fair, the organizing committee is hopelessly out to lunch. In addition to wanting the Sex Pistols to take part in the closing ceremonies, they also wanted The Who to perform - including Keith Moon. I'm sure he'll get right on that.

I know this because I read an article about it in Forbes today. OK not the Keith Moon bit, I already knew he was dead. Yup, the girl with the punk rock roots read an article about the Sex Pistols brand in Forbes. No need to rub it in, I'm already hanging my head in shame.

One, two, THREE!

OMG, you GUYS! Three years ago today my life changed forever. I have always considered three the definitive line between Baby and Not A Baby, and now we have crossed it. Where did the time go? I do not know. I do know the twos are over, and they were not so terrible. True to form, we started off the morning adorable. The Parasite woke up before 6:00, chock full of excitement. "I'm THREE!" Yes you are, sweetie.

"And tomorrow I'm going to turn into FOUR!" Um, no. It's going to be a fun year!