Posts Tagged ‘Saturday Night Live’

BlogHer ’09 — Loved It!

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Recently I joined 1,400 women (and about 12 very brave guys) at BlogHer '09 in Chicago. It was insanity in the best sense of the word.

To say this is an opinionated bunch of women would be an understatement. (They're bloggers, after all!) And not everything about the conference was sunshine and roses. (Search for #BlogHer09 on Twitter to follow the conversation.) But I loved the sessions, meeting other bloggers and moms — and the chocolate, which seemed to be everywhere.

It was held in an amazing city — Chicago. I brought along my husband and son, and they had a ball going to two Cubs games while I was at the conference. We had a great time in the evenings, going out for deep-dish pizza, seeing an amazing Second City performance. (Can't wait to see some of these folks on Saturday Night Live one of these days. Such talent! And guts!)

And I even showed my son that *I* had guts. We went to the Gospel Brunch at the House of Blues, and I ended up on stage, dancing with about 20 other people. And my 13-year-old didn't die of embarrassment — although I'm sure he thought he might!

BlogHer '10 will be held in New York City next August. Want to go? Make your reservations soon. This year it sold out.


Designer Vomit Bags for Morning Sickness? Really?

Friday, October 17th, 2008

OK, I've now officially heard everything. As a parenting and women's-health writer, I am constantly hearing from P.R. people and companies about new products, books, etc. aimed at parents and expectant moms.

But today, I was approached by a company that makes "convenient, disposable, affordable and yet
stylish vomit bags" for pregnant women with morning sickness. I can almost hear Seth Meyers and Amy Poehler on SNL's new "Weekend Update" segment: "Really?!? With Seth and Amy" saying "Stylish vomit bags? Oh REALLY!?!"

The good news is that this officially means our economy isn't as bad off as we thought, assuming people are ponying up cash for these bags. I just can't imagine designer puke bags being much of a big seller during the Great Depression.

Not everyone agrees that these may be a bit over the top, however. Mommyweardaily.com says pregnant women can "feel barfy in style with these pretty packs in your purse
for any emergency."

I'm guessing most pregnant women have better ways to spend $7.50 than on 10 (admittedly very pretty) vomit bags. (And I say that as a mom who had morning sickness when I was pregnant.)

But hey, Dad, if you're looking for a gift for the mother of your child-to-be, search no more. The company says these oh-so-pretty barf bags "make excellent,
unique and thoughtful gifts. A chic vomit bag would definitely put a
smile on her face!"

Really!?!

Have You Embarrassed Your Kid Today?

Sunday, July 27th, 2008


I just found this photo in a drawer and it cracked me up. I was about 17 when it was taken. What were we thinking with those perms? I guess I was channeling my inner Roseanne Roseannadanna from Saturday Night Live. (See a great 1980 bit from “Gilda Live,” below).

The thing that hit me the most was the fact that the current generation of kids and teens is the most-photographed bunch of children in the history of the planet. And we parents have a lot more photos of ourselves as kids than our parents ever had.

Now that photography has gone digital, it’s easier than ever to shoot, and shoot and shoot (because nothing’s cuter than our kids, right?). I know my son will go into adulthood with his entire childhood pretty darned well documented.

In fact, Matt asked me to stop scrapbooking in actual albums a few years ago because he didn’t want to have to “lug the things around with me after you’re gone, Mom.” (Gee, thanks, kid!) Instead, he wondered “Can’t you just put all my photos on a thumb drive and hand it to me?”

These days, I guess I can. But I’ll also make sure I scan and include a few ancient photos of Matt’s dear old mom and dad (and the rest of his extended family, too). Besides, it’s fun to have him look at pics like this (when he’s at an age where my mere existence is an embarrassment to him) and hear him say “that’s just weird, Mom.”

That’s me, kid. Just doin’ my job.