Suits Me
So I’m hopelessly old-fashioned. So I went to boarding school and have yet to fully recover (my therapist is working on it). So Michael Lewis will never marry me.
Le sigh.
So what? I am not too old to lose my heart to a well-dressed young man, and if I have to be the sugar mommy I couldn’t do better than these dapper outfits, which are less than half-price at the Brooks Brothers Boy’s Department right now:
Martha’s Vineyard, Hollaback!
Barack Obama: Parenting is the Meaning of Community
I’ll just let him say it, since he does it so well.
From his speech to the NAACP’s annual meeting, via Gawker.
They might think they’ve got a pretty jump shot or a pretty good flow, but our kids can’t all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne. I want them aspiring to be scientists and engineers, doctors and teachers, not just ballers and rappers. I want them aspiring to be a Supreme Court justice. I want them aspiring to be president of the United States of America.
Amen.
Celebrity Dad Faceoff 2.0
In a surprise victory, Dennis Quaid managed to quash the dreams of repeat champion Harrison Ford, beating him by a very slim margin. But hey, a win is a win, right?
So this week, we are sort of bridging the gap from the 1970′s into the 1980′s, and our challenger got his start in a little 70′s television show called The Streets of San Francisco, and then went on to become our favorite film victim of a crazy woman who was fond of ice picks, amongst other things.
Forgive me, since my sentences seem to have “comma-itis” today. Let’s hope it’s a temporary condition.

VERSUS

Celebrity Dad Faceoff 2.0
I would never have guessed that John Travolta, who was really quite handsome back in the day, would ever be so firmly crushed by Harrison Ford. But crushed he was, garnering only thirteen percent of the votes. Ouch.
Today, I’ve got an actor famous for his crinkly-eyed smile, and someone whom I think my husband resembles more than just a little bit.

VERSUS

Alice in Burtonland
Tim Burton has to be the ultimate Cool Dad. Sure, he doesn’t play football, but you know when you get Guitar Hero for your birthday he’s the one calling his buddies to come and play with you, and they turn out to be, like, Eddie Van Halen and Brian Eno and some cool zombie dude called Keef or something. And when it’s Halloween, you already have all the costumes, right there in your day-to-day wardrobe.
Now let’s walk straight up to that demented wardrobe, the one that probably has Narnia hidden at the back, and go right through the mirror on the front to see what Burton’s cooked up for his “Alice returns to her roots” nightmare of twisted beauty. Definitely not Disney.
But never mind that, look what they’ve done to everyone’s favorite celebrity dad:
Token Michael Jackson Post
There’s a union rule, apparently; every blog must include at least one post about Michael Jackson at least once a week until the world screams STOP! So here it is; Michael Jackson’s Sweet Potato Pie. As if Michael Jackson baked. Or ate.
From CDKitchen:
Ingredients:
3 Eggs
1/2 cup White sugar
1/4 cup Butter; melted
1/2 teaspoon Salt
1/3 cup Milk (about)
1 teaspoon Vanilla extract
1 teaspoon Ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon Ground nutmeg
2 1/2 cups Sweet potatoes (fresh or canned; heaping cups)
2 tablespoons Fresh lemon or orange juice
1 Pie shell (9-inch); unbaked
1/2 cup Pecan halves, optional
Directions:
Beat eggs and sugar. Add melted butter, salt, milk, vanilla, and spice. Blend egg mixture with mashed sweet potatoes and lemon or orange juice.
Pour into unbaked pie shell or greased 1 1/2 quart baking dish. Garnish with pecan halves if desired.
Bake in preheated 400-degree oven 10 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 375 degrees; bake 40 minutes longer or until golden. Serves 8.
Tactfully, it doesn’t say whether those 8 are adults or children.







































