Weekly Highlights #1

I should really just admit to myself that I can’t keep up with this space and throw in the towel. There seems to be so much going on that’s been taking priority. For example, I’ve been trying to get some exercise to keep from losing my mind (not sure that it’s working but never mind). But I can’t give it up: that would mean giving in to brain dead housewifery. So until I can figure out how to get it together, I’ve decided to try something new: weekly highlights. I think I can handle that, and maybe get a few interstitial posts in between. Plus, it’s in line with my recent efforts to focus on the positive (yeah I watched The Secret). So here goes:

If CDs had grooves, we’d be wearing them out on Elizabeth Mitchell’s new record. With apologies to Dan Zanes, she is hands down the best kids singer out there. My kids sing those songs in the car, in the house, morning and night (I have Shoo Lie Loo going through my head right now). It’s so good I might actually buy a copy instead of just checking it out from the library.... Hank brought home his first report card, which I would describe as totally respectable. His only “below standard” was in counting money. Really cannot blame him though as he comes from a long line of Presbyterians…Coco started taking dance class and is the cutest Amazon ballerina in town… I am (as always) trying to rejoice in the small things: Wednesday morning yoga, a steaming Americano and clearance sunglasses from Marshall’s… We finally got season 7 of MI-5 from the library featuring the cute/unfortunately named Richard Armitage as the new anti-hero. It’s going to take me a few episodes to get used to him as the good guy as he was such a twat in the BBC’s Robin Hood…Got the results of my first ever mammogram (normal thank goodness or I’d have to call this weekly lowlights)… And finally, the holiday issue of Wegmans Menu magazine is out. Totally bourgeois right but I love it. I’ve been using several of their recipes for use with great success for years and credit them for opening my eyes to the joys of roasted Brussels sprouts which, belonging to the much beloved (by me anyway) crucifera family, will hopefully mean many years of normal mammograms to come…