Seeing Nick Offerman tonight. That’s Ron Swanson to you.

Who says books don’t make money?

Will be in sunny California next week at this time. Fight on.

Would it be bad if I scratched out Mitch McConnell’s eyes (in my dreams)?

And I went to Maui on my honeymoon. Selfish.

Logo perfection, but who knew there even was a National Men Make Dinner Day? 

I have got to get my flu shot, you do too.

Interview with the one, the only Anne Lamott. New book: Small Victories: Spotting Improbable Moments of Grace.

I’ve always been fascinated by twins. Here are some photos of a pair from Iceland that are positively amazing (pretty and spooky at the same time).

Watched this really offbeat documentary the other night. I don’t know about you, but i think real life people are so much more fascinating than anybody you can make up.

In the pouring rain and howling wind, Brookline Girls Varsity Soccer made it to the playoffs yesterday. It hasn’t been done in 25 years. Yup, vientecinco, people. #youkilleditwarriors.

I used to really like the Huffington Post, but with headlines like “Ebola hits Gotham,” I’m not feeling it so much anymore. Come on, Arianna, what are you competing with The Daily News? (Even their headline, “NY Doc Has Ebola.” wasn’t as sensationalist).

Looking for a little Halloween make-up? Here you go. Kinda like the zipper face, myself.

That song is for the birds. No really, it might be.

The holidays are coming. Maybe a condo pony is just the gift you need for that special someone?

Don’t you just hate when you text the wrong person? #oooops.

I used to shoot film only in black and white. I loved the way it spun the world.

The thing about Renee Zellwegger and her “new look” that’s disturbing is, if she has had plastic surgery, why not just fess up? What’s the big deal? She works in an industry where you’re not allowed to age, so it’s basically like updating her skill set to make sure she can keep her job. I mean, right?

Wishing Tom Menino every comfort as he seeks hospice care.

Monica Lewinsky, who couldn’t live on the moon, without someone recognizing her, has come out of the shadows to talk about cyber bullying. I give her credit. She was a kid who fell in love with her boss. We don’t always make the best decisions in our 20’s, do we?

Hey, Barney’s now has a Warehouse on their site. #nowthatsexcitingshoppingnews.

In five days, my son will be 20. I can hardly remember life without that boy, but tell me, WHERE DID 20 YEARS GO? Seriously, people?

I can’t help but think this new egg freezing benefit has an underlying “work harder, work longer for us, you won’t miss out on the baby thing” current. Am I overthinking it?

After my “potato chips with everything” diet, i am currently in calorie counting mode, but a girl still needs a little sumthin’ sumthin’ for dessert, right?

Donald Trump thinks Obama’s mentally ill. Money can’t buy intelligence, can it?

He’s adorable, I’d pick him, too.

BHS girls varsity soccer play under the lights at B.U. tonight! Go, Ally!

On the bunion front (or foot): I am currently in my sneakers, some boots I already had, and going to physical therapy. Sadly, I must report that it’s hard to walk. It hurts. But I am only in the beginning stages of recovery. I have seven more weeks to go. Patience is everything (arghhhhh).

It’s October. It’s 70 degrees. I’m not complaining.

 

Incredibly moved that Malala Yousafzai has won the Nobel Prize. Congratulations to a girl with conviction, heart, and guts. Parade. Who says a 17 year old can’t change the world?

 

Is it just the media that’s making me feel like I could get Ebola?

Jan Hooks is dead. Here’s to all the times she made me laugh.

We’re just wired to make art.

Could it be that that the head of Dick’s Sporting Goods, is, well, a dick?

Warning, bragging mom alert. My daughter killed it on the soccer field yesterday.

There’s a new base. Good to know.

Have you heard the one about the horse who walked into a police station?

In the “something old, something new department.“

For those of you freaking out, here’s an information-laden article on ebola from the NYT. I’m not going to Africa anytime soon, but CNN, read this, and chill, wouldja.

My friend took me to  lunch yesterday and I had a big glass of wine and then shopped. And quite by surprise, found an amazing pair of sunglasses that did not make me look like my nose was attached to them, so I bought them. Take that, you silly boot! (And my foot isn’t swollen today, even though it was the most walking I have done, since surgery–yippee!)

If I ever decide to go under the knife (and it’s not on my foot), I’d use this guy. Jeesh!

I am anxious to see Gone Girl, but equally anxious about it not being as good as the book. Dilemna.

Why can’t  republicans be like the Prez on Scandal, concerning gun control? Why, why, why?

I hereby promise that if I ever become super wealthy, I will not fall into this category.

Boston City Hall and color in the same sentence, now that’s something to see. 

Don’t ask me to go out on Shonda-licious Thursday, I will not miss Grey’s, Scandal, How to Get Away With Murder (and, yes, I know I can DVR them).

It’s that time. Small bites Friday. Some little things I’m grateful for.

Ok, good news, I can stop shaving my chin, standing next to my husband.

Sorry, Kim, but I’m only upset that dude didn’t smack some sense into you.

Guess who gets to wash her foot today?!!!!! It’s the little things, people.

Only four more days until Lena Dunham’s book arrives. For a girl who mostly needs to keep her foot up for another two weeks, this is like she wrote it just for me.

The movie is out. The Times doesn’t like it. I’m still going.

Does the NFL think we’re as intelligent as the stupid game they play?

Round up of the 25 best design blogs. Hey honey, let’s re-do the whole house.

I don’t know, I’m not so sure bigger is better.

It’s maze time. I got lost in this one once (talk about no sense of direction).

Want, need, must have. 

It’s a no kids weekend. Hoo-fucking-ray!

If the food doesn’t kill you, the carbon monoxide will.

And speaking of pizza, we’re getting #5 in Brookline (where the Fireplace is now–cool, right?

Great dinner last night. In my own backyard! Thanks Joc and Paul (and Brian).

A vacation she’ll never forget. #whydidn’ttyoujustgocamping.

Brookliners: still looking for an awesome pre-school? Highly recommend The Inner Spark. Almost makes me want another kid (almost, like I could physically do that).

Homeland is back. But will it be the same without Brody?

Brad and Angelina got married. And the media didn’t know. Hahaha paparazzi everywhere.

The Brookline Farmer’s Market has the best flowers. I buy two every week, and although I’m generally not a color person, I love the almost neon bouquets.

The weather for the past week was close to perfect, heck, I’m going to go with totally perfect.

I ate at Fairstead Kitchen last night for the first time. Oh, the beet salad. Ah, the chicken. Great service, plus a wonderful manager and bartender. Ten thumbs up.

Red carpet fashion alert: The emmy’s are on the 25th!

I was really sad about Jake leaving for college, until I saw how he left his room. NOW I’M JUST MAD. #iamamomnotamaid.

V Stiviano says Donald Sterling is gay, and that she was his “beard.” My condolences to the gay community.

Yes, parents are embarrassing. I ought to know.

No, really? cats in hats?  Watermelon hats? 

This sounds like a marriage made in heaven.

A good, comprehensive article on Ferguson.