Happy Christmas Eve, all! While a large percentage of the country is scurrying around to finish their Christmas shopping, Santa delivered a miracle this year and gave me the motivation to finish early. I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Now that I have some time on my hands,
There will be Strip Dreidel. Yup you read that right…well there should be. It didn’t work out last year, but I’m really gonna push for it this year. Heeb or not, you are cordially invited to spend Christmas in the company of the “chosen” people…chosen to be alienated and bored
I’ve never been one for holidays. Sure, I think Christmas lights are pretty, I enjoy giving gifts, and think it’s important to spend time with the people I care about. However, it would be so much more delightful if it wasn’t forced, planned and stressed over. The Holidays make me
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
Kind of. Halloween is just around the corner and if you’re like me, there are many reasons not to buy one of those pre-packaged slutty halloween costumes for “women.” Not least of them being the insane price points – seriously, $75 for a couple swatches of fabric that make you
Coincidentally, after talking about my Broke-Ass birthday coming up, another Broke-Ass mom friend of mine (Yes, that’s right folks, I finally made a “mom friend”) had her birthday last week. Of course, I had to ask her what she did on her birthday. She should be proud; it’s quite Broke-Ass-ish.
I began this year’s shopping for my two-year-old by following my own advice: buy only one or two great gifts for your toddler/baby because that’s all they need (if that considering the mounds of presents they’ve already received from their grandparents). My husband and I decided what my two-year-old REALLY
It’s almost a given that at some point in your life some relative of yours has given you an ugly sweater for Christmas. You didn’t want to wear the abomination but you didn’t want make your aunt or grandmother feel bad. You vowed to never take the visual atrocity out