Off the Dial

Holiday Cards

If you get a holiday card from me, I promise, I wasn't drunk when I addressed it. 

I let my kids help me assemble our annual mailing.  They stuffed the envelopes, helped with the stamps and the address stickers.  Lea did a great job and she got a kick out of seeing all the names she knows on the envelopes.  Benny, on the other hand, tried his best, but I'm not sure a 3 year old really is the best person for this kind of job.  Lots of crooked stamps and bent address labels.  We had fun, though.

I'm usually a lot earlier with my cards – but Chanukah is late this year.  I know, Chanukah doesn't really move around, it's just that the Jewish calendar doesn't line up with the Gregorian calendar we all use now.  (Happy 5769!)

Chanukah starts Sunday night and my kids are full-tilt holiday crazy right now.  It doesn't help that I have an enormous Menorah on my front lawn.  Giant_menorah You can relive that holiday memory here if you dare.  Just remember, it wasn't my idea.

Win My Book!

Hope you've had a chance to check out my new book, I Can't Cook, But I Know Someone Who Can.  Starting today, you can enter a contest to win a copy!

The folks at are asking you to share your own kitchen disaster story.  The top three (the worst three?) will get a copy of the book.


The contest ends Sunday.  I'll update the blog with the winners next week.

Bye bye, Bratz

Did you hear about this yet?  A judge says the company that makes those Bratz dolls has to stop.  Not because they're just horrible, but because of a copyright issue. 

Bratzdolls You can read the full story here.

My daughter got a Bratz doll from a friend for her 5th birthday and it's one of the few things she ever got that I really considered throwing away. She really wanted to keep it, so I decided not to fight too hard.  Better to hope she gets bored than to try to take it away and make her want it more.  It worked and she went back to Barbie.

I know – Barbie's got her issues, too, but at least she has a job.  She's an independent woman (we don't even have Ken) with her own car, house and pony.  Bratz dolls have interchangeable high heeled feet.  No contest.