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All the negative reviews of this movie really make me wonder what people were expecting. Oscar-worthy? Nope. Watchable if you’re over age 10 and didn’t bring kids to the theater with you? No way. But if you take your young kids (I suspect boys will like it better than girls, but I don’t have any…

Holy crap, I just realized we’re in the middle of a ‘staycation’ — I think that is possibly the worst word recently invented. But who has the money to go anywhere? My dream family vacation is renting a house in the middle of Switzerland with cows, trains, gondolas, cheese, sun, green and such, but really……

My favorite part of this article is where the 1930s woman describes some comments she gets from strangers as “bitchy.” I just love that 30s lingo. I see that the 70s aren’t taken yet. Maybe I’ll make that the Erika Decade. Rock on. Photo Credit: Daily Mail

In July 2009 I’m either going to be in St. Louis, Portland, or Philadelphia! Are you going to join me? Remember the poll? Well the votes were tallied and these were the top three. Now they’re going to investigate all three cities to see where they can get a good venue for the dates and…

One of my favorite BlogHer memories is captured in this movie. Whymommy and I were at the Silicon Valley Moms Blog party and the venue had a unique way of entering the party. And she has great sense of humor. And adventure. Watch it — it’s funny, you get to see us having fun, and…

After reading Maria‘s post I thought to myself, ‘Hey, I was there too!’ and of course started scanning the photo. And there it is! Or to be more precise, there I am! Hot damn peeps, my freshly-colored hair is in the New York Times. Now that’s what I’m talking about! (And of course, this story…

Hey, today is my second Blorthday. Huzzah! Curious about my first post? It’s a thrilling must-read. Or check out what I wrote last year on my blorthday. And there’s a special place in my heart for my very first commenter. Before I found blogging I spent so much time crafting the best way to tell…

They see your eeevery moooove. This is what happens when a photographer says “OK, I’m going to count to three and on three you’re going to open your eyes wider.” Sounds sexy, right? Hawt Plus my mouth is crooked. Did I have a stroke at BlogHer or was it just too much coffee? I guess…

I’m braindead from being at BlogHer, so in lieu of a more interesting post about what may or may not have happened in San Francisco, I’m leaving you with me and Devra discussing whether or not mommyblogging is (still) a ‘radical act.’ Incentives to watch: I show you my chestal-regions, plus we talk about poop.…

As you may or may not have noticed, BlogHer ’08 begins later this week. Let the squeeing begin, I guess. If you can’t make the festivities, I have some tips for you. They’re not at all comprehensive, or frankly all that useful, but here we go. 1. I’ve heard that it can be just the…

And not for the usual reasons… Feel like mocking me?

UPDATE 2 YEARS LATER. I’m in good company: — Holy crap, I realize that I’m something like 20 years late with this review, but “The Little Mermaid” is a horrendous movie on SO MANY levels! With my two oldest in YMCA camp all day, the blistering hot weather, and the general summertime malaise, I’ve been…

My son Charlie, now 3.5, was born with a cataract in his right eye. After a few surgeries it all seems sorted out, but he has glasses (bifocals, actually) and also wears an eye patch for a few hours daily. I have this intense feeling of guilt from all the doctor visits he goes to,…

Recently there has been an explosion of words over what one blogger said about another blogger. For some reason, it has been spoken about under secrecy and in hushed terms and no one is really coming out and saying what happened. Here’s the relevant conversation: And some commentary from Fussypants and Sweetney. OK, now we’re…

Alternate post title: “How Erika had a stroke at Target.” So what you’ve got here is more proof that when the world is running down, you make the best of what’s still around… First of all, the little girlies buying this shirt at the mall probably weren’t even born when the original iconic shirt was…

Tim Russert 1950 – 2008. You know of my respect for Tim Russert, and this is a very sad day. Such a loss to his family, his colleagues, the level of political discourse in our country.

No politics today. Instead I’m blogging about poop like a good little mommyblogger. My dad shot this on his cell phone in about 2004 when Ed was a little guy with a big musical soul. And a guitar.

I can exhale a little now. Next up: the frakking superdelegates and choosing a running mate. Will my head explode? Let’s find out. Photo: Scott Olson / Getty Images via MSNBC.