Archive for December, 2014

2015

My first New Year’s resolution? Figure out who killed Hae Lee Min.

I know everyone is focused – rightly so – on the inadequacies, inconsistencies and implausibilities in Jay’s story. But right now, Jenn’s story is not making sense to me. And the transcript of the police interview she gave on February 27, 1999, is fascinating me.

2014 in review

Just in case any of you were wondering, here’s the WordPress 2014 report for life and puppies:

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,700 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Happy holidays!

In the latest edition of Things I Never Imagined Saying, I give you this:

“Molly, why is there poop on your dreidel?!”

I don’t want to jinx it, but …

I think it’s a hit.

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Lead balloons

AO did not hesitate to tell me that my last post didn’t go over so well. So, I’ll move back to some *exciting* happenings on the homefront. This past weekend, my mom and Molly and I went shopping at local treasures Iconi and Rubin’s. I was looking for a new chandelier for our dining room – see previous west elm debacle – but spotted a beautiful side table in the most perfect aqua blue at Iconi. I had been looking for a side table for some time to replace this number from the old Comfort Shoppe:

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While I still think it’s a very pretty table, I am moving away from natural wood tones in the house, in favor of white furniture or furniture with color. So, when I spotted the blue side table, I thought I had found my soul mate. My mom sweetly offered to buy it for me. I declined, insisting that I could buy it myself. My mom won. She does that too often. Now we have this:

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It’s not a great shot, but I swear it looks really nice. The IKEA couches in a pseudo-sectional may not be ideal, but they work for now. The pillows normally look less weird, but I wasn’t really styling the shot. Please, folks, go easy on me.

Now, for that chandelier…