#TBT: Diary of a TV Addict, 1989-1990
Over spring break, I took the boys back to Illinois to visit my mom. It’s our usual trip (without last spring’s random vomiting, fortunately), and it’s always a good time: along with my mom, we get to see my sister…
Ask Me Anything: All your imaginary questions answered!
So, I’m about to reach a milestone here at Hot Breakfast. And not one I’m particularly proud of. I’m about to go almost 2 weeks without writing a post. Yes, I have plenty of excuses: the kids are out of…
March Media Round-up: The Plague, Mix Tapes, John Snow and more
Happy April! The Clean Eating Challenge is officially over (though, as of 10:02 today, I’ve kept my vow to keep going, and am on Day 9). As I blabbed about yesterday, I’m so glad to have done it and so…
Giving Up Cable Without Tears: a TV Lover’s Guide
We’re about to watch the finale of the 4th season of Downton Abbey. We skipped watching it live last night. We’ll watch it on-demand tonight instead so we can pause to refill a wine glass or rewind one of the…
Five Things Friday: ’90s albums I still listen to
I’ve been in a ’90s state of mind this week. For starters, I saw the band Neutral Milk Hotel on Sunday. Their album In the Aeorplane Over the Sea was formative for me. I have vivid memories of listening to…
Five things I finished this week
Monday was a holiday, but it’s been a long week nonetheless. Still, I managed to accomplish a few things. Here are five. 1) A book. Yep, I finally finished a book, Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. It was my first since…
Happiness Commandment: #5 Books >TV
For a good part of my late teens and early twenties, I lived under the assumption that it was not cool to like TV. During my last year of college and first few months living in Chicago, I did not…
Scenes from a Move
We’re moving on Thursday. I finally had some time to write about the last week’s adventures while I was waiting at the new house for the painters. So here it is: Moving, in three acts. Act 1: Breaking, Bad In…
Sweet dreams are made of creeps
Friday night, I had a dream that I lived in the apartment above Dooce. In real life, she’s a blogger I admire. In my dream, she was a romance novel writer. Those with the barrel-chested, bodice-ripping Fabios on the cover…
Diary of a Fun Mom (reflections on the lengths to which I’ll go to entertain my kids for 20 minutes)
My experiment as a stay at home mom began one month ago today. I’ve come a long way. Especially considering that by 10:00 the morning of my first day home, I was convinced I had already failed. Rory was taking…
