Category Archives: Cool Stuff

Hello There!

074     Hello! Have y’all been wondering where I’ve been? Well, it’s been very busy in Allie World – but I’m not complaining (okay, maybe just a little). As you will see below, my inability to keep to a posting schedule has been due to happy events and therefor I have no right to complain. Instinctively, I know there will come a day when I look back on these times as some of the best years of my life. Continue reading Hello There!

Days of December

I’m back…sort of.  In my last Latchkey Mom post, A Thankful Status Update,  I proclaimed that I would be spending more time enjoying the holidays than writing about them.  I’ve been trying to do that and a few times, I’ve even succeeded.  I’ve also spent a fair amount of time stressing about how much I still need to get done.  Despite all my plans, I’m behind.  Alas, I will share the events of the last few weeks with pictures.

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For the second year in a row, we bought our tree the weekend of Thanksgiving.  If you recall, last year’s tree was HUGE!  So, I was very excited to see what my husband was going to bring home for us this year.  Imagine my surprise when I saw this tree – the smallest we’ve had in years.  I kept laughing and asking him if this was a joke.  “Where’s the real tree?”  He insisted that this was it.  I didn’t believe him.  I think I may have lost a few brownie points with my in-laws, who kept commenting about what a beautiful tree it was.  Problem was, we have boxes of ornaments and lights that we’ve purchased to cover our gigantic trees from the last few years.  We compromised… Continue reading Days of December

September Happenings

It’s been a while since I wrote a “catch-up” post about what I’m doing, reading and watching.  This post is also a partial link-up with Mama Kat’s World’s Greatest Writing Workshop.    I didn’t have a whole lot to write about on the new fall television line-up, so I decided to combine the two.  If you’re visiting from Mama Kat, please forgive me (but I hope you stick around, so I can learn more about you).

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Writing prompt:  Share the fall lineup you’re looking forward to.

Last year, I wrote a post all about the new fall television shows that was featured at Chick Lit Plus.  I did some research for that article and thought I had the winners and losers figured out.  I was wrong, so I’ve saved myself the trouble (and time) this year.  I’m going to wait a few weeks before watching anything new – to see what the critics and my fellow bloggers (who are usually attuned to the most buzz-worthy shows) like.  I’ve also been bruised one too many times by shows that I love getting axed way too soon.  With just a cursory glance at Entertainment Weekly’s site, my only interest at this point is Bad Judge (I love Kate Walsh) and Madame Secretary (love political dramas).  We shall see.  I am, however, very excited for my returning favorites!!!!  In no particular order; Revenge, The Good Wife, The Goldbergs, Nashville, Blue Bloods and ParenthoodContinue reading September Happenings

Dreams of Being Mary Richards

When I was a kid,the-mary-tyler-moore-show-4-700x540[1] I loved the Mary Tyler Moore Show.    I was too young to watch it when it aired during prime time, so I got my fix in syndication.  I had such a girl crush on Mary Richards, who was played by the spectacular Mary Tyler Moore.  I also really dug her clothes.  I’ve always believed that I was a 1970’s Boho chic (and this was recently confirmed by a quiz on Play Buzz).  I coveted both her apartments, but over the years I’ve gone back and forth on which Mary-apartment combo I loved best.  Long-haired-brunette-studio-apartment-in-a-house Mary, or the reddish-bobbed-haircut-high-rise-apartment Mary?  I thought it was so cool that she worked in a newsroom.  I adored the father-daughter relationship she had with Mr. Grant – um, that was until I grew up and realized that there was some serious sexual chemistry going on between them.  Personally, I don’t see it, but hey, most people are baffled by my attraction to Kid Rock.  To each his (or her) own. Continue reading Dreams of Being Mary Richards