Skip to main content
Roused myself earlier to do a bit of blog maintenance (sadly, a rare occurance these days due to my life being a hectic whirl of hobnobbing with c'lebs, manicures, personal shopper appointments etc .... cue hollow laugh... sigh). OK, the truth is that I am generally useless but who knew how much fun there is to be had from a humble stat counter?

Anyway, today's exciting discovery is that there are heaps of random google searches out there leading people to this blog. My favorites:

1. "Alpha Male Annoying"
2. "one percocet a day"
3. "I hate Tiscali"
4. "What's wrong with porn?"
5. "screwing up is a virtue"
6. "postmodern prayer"
7. "why is my toddler obsessed with Cinderella?"

So, if you've arrived here through random Google fate, really hope it's what you're looking for.
Incidentally, we can provide advice or agreement upon request on almost all of the search topics above except for number 2... after all, who needs drugs when you have a toddler in the house?

Labels

Labels:

Comments

Britt said…
haha, great blog. i am also a mama on the constant verge of nervous breakdown. zoloft helps. hehehe.
8:16 pm
Kate B. said…
Hi Britt, Zoloft? What is this miracle substance? Must Google it -Positive Mental Attitude no longer works and the only other alternative (huge vats of wine) is not always practical...
7:56 pm
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Grim Reaper

Firstborn is obsessed with death. It started with the odd comment, such as; "Mummy, what happens when you die?" OK, I thought, I was expecting this at some point, what a cute little curious brain she has. So I trotted out all the cosy Heaven stuff and left out all the things that could worry her, such as worms and bones and holes in the ground. This went down pretty well, although somehow Firstborn made the jump from my view of Heaven (filled with love, joy, always warm, never rains, has a huge discount designer shoe outlet and I never have to pay my Visa bill) to her own view of Heaven; a wonderous place where small girls don't have to eat their vegetables before they're allowed pudding, and where Barbie dolls grow on trees. Anyway, I digress. Last week Firstborn started shouting "Kill! Kill!" in a bloodthirsty tone while bashing her hithero-beloved teddy against the wall. This was topped by her purposely flushing her favourite My Little Pony down the loo. ...
11 comments
gimme more...

What Price Romance?

Let's talk romance for a moment. Manhattan Mama clearly feels deprived in this department and this is one of the most bewildering aspects of life with her. My latest attempt to remedy this is to make a reservation at A Voce--some interpretation of Tuscan cuisine--that the NYT recently gave three very optimistic stars. I've been a few times on my employers expense, so I know it's nice but I also know what it's going to cost. I'm thinking lucky if we get out of there for less than $150. Tack on another $50 for the babysitter. Then drinks, cabs, etc. Better not to do the math. It's not that MM wouldn't be perfectly happy with a kabab or a trip to the hipster taqueria, maybe some flowers from the corner stand. None of that would register in her mind as this mythic thing know as a DATE, and thus would win me no more points on her end than remembering to take down the recycling. Making a DATE means you're thinking of her, which means you're engaged with h...
10 comments
gimme more...