DA Season 2, Ep 1: In the trenches

My, my, have I set the bar high for myself: Not only am I up at the crack of dawn blogging away, coffee at hand, but – so as to not taint or influence myself in any way – I categorically refuse to read any other DA recaps before I write my own. (Please wait…

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Counting the seconds until Downton Abbey

An admitted pop culture fanatic, my tastes swing wildly between high (all things PBS; many things HBO, Showtime and AMC) and low (Jersey Shore). Hubby, who is my partner in a lot of TV-watching crime – our latest on-demand fave is the heart-thumping Homeland, with Claire Danes and the crazy-good Damian Lewis – would prefer…

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The Beverly Hills babes are rocking power brows

Ooooh, so happy the ladies are back. After New York (painful) and Jersey (why, why do I still watch?), the RH of Beverly Hills are like a breath of carcinogen-filled LA air. Who knew Camille could be so lovable? Not me. I’m actually feeling for her for losing some of her amazing pads. Her home…

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Riding the Ryan + Tatum rollercoaster. Wheee…

Damn it. I have things to do. Chores to knock out, recipes to track down (I want to make salmon for the Wee Lass’s dinner, with a yummy mustard sauce, and I’ve misplaced my dog-eared, 10 year-old copy of Martha Stewart Everyday Food), and a bit of “hoovering” to do, as the Brits say. How…

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The Wee Lass and I can’t be trusted at Target

If I’ve ever doubted my husband’s intelligence (and Hubby, if you’re reading this, I never ever have), the fact that he CAN. NOT. STAND. to go to Target with me and the Wee Lass should be ample proof that he’s one of the smartest dudes around. Because while he just wants to dash in, grab…

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Is it a blessing? Or is it The Curse?

About six weeks ago, while I was furiously packing for Road Trip 2011 and had the entire contents of my walk-in closet strewn all over my adjacent home office, the Wee Lass wandered in to “help” me. And of course immediately, that “help” morphed into her putting her grubby little mitts all over everything I…

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See? Even SJP (kinda sorta) shares my cutie-crapola woes

Semi-leisurely Sunday morning. Ran. Took the Wee Lass to the park. (She’s obsessed with swinging.) And now I’m trying to squeeze in a little knitting, blogging and Vogue-ing before we head to the town pool for the afternoon. On the knitting front, permit me to brag for a moment: Last night, while I was catching…

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