I am a conundrum with a shoe obsession.
I am amazed by how TWO babies, one slightly over three feet and the other no taller than 3 feet and change, can bring me to my knees before 8 am. That would be Herr Meow™ and Don Meow™.
I am not a domestic goddess because I’ve not received enough indulgences. I pray to St. Martha (Stewart) daily, however. After discovering how poorly she writes through her Twitter account, however, this statement may have to be revised.
I love cats. Meow meow!
My readership still barely extends beyond my mommy (hi mommy!).
Few things are as utterly satisfying as eating food you like.
I fell in love with Washington, DC, in the spring of 2006: it’s possibly the best city in the world.
And yes, I am aware my name sounds AMAZINGLY like the one of that one songstress, whatshername. Thank you for that. I NEVER hear that one.
Interests
* interesting people * babies and baby-related issues <—-new to me! * cats, weather) * poetry * the art of the subtle, dammit! pervs go away! * religion * food * well-written blogs * pretty things * plants * weather (yes, weather)
Hi Maria,
Actually, speaking of your mommy…. in your photograph you look a bit like her. Yours is the first blog I have ever read. I am a little lost, i confess, but that’s my fault, not yours. You write like a goddess. And what fun to hear how much you like D.C.
Remember our conversation on the way to Salinas? I’m actually going to be in your neck of the woods for a few days starting the 30th of this month. I’ll look for you!
Un abrazo,
Ine
I am so freaking glad that you responded to Sig’s plea for Tweet love to her Mommy. That is me! I followed the link on your twitter account to find you here. What an awesome blog! I can see why you are a friend of Sig’s. Did I know you in California? Never did see your real name anywhere.
You are wonderful and I’ve bookmarked your page. Write often.
Love,
Mom2Cats
aka: Mary Beth
Hi there! i just woke up thinking of you. I can still see you as the newborn i held in my arms 35 years ago. it’s almost a shock to see that, in such a short time, so much has changed outside while, inside me, nothing has actually changed. It’s as if I were standing by a railroad track seeing a shuttle go by. But I have only to look in a mirror to see that I’m ridding in that shuttle too.
This kind of surrealistic comment is just meant to be a loving birthday greeting. Please, call via Skype or write when your two little “masters” give you some free time. I love you and miss you. Rosario