We had a great time with Superman’s birthday: my parents came over one night; I decorated with his favorite chocolates on the table; we went out to dinner another night; his brother made him “birthday beans” and they watched football most of the weekend. He says 44 seems like a good age.
Had another great time with my book club friends on Sunday. We had brunch on Lido Isle, looking out at the yachts, and discussed The Help. Perfect morning, gorgeous setting, terrific people.
I’m reading Outliers. It’s excellent, but I can’t decide if I’m disturbed by it or simply fascinated by it: It’s disturbing and fascinating at the same time to think success is contingent on so many factors, many beyond our control.
It’s getting hotter.
I’m speaking at a women’s group soon about social media. I find it strange that I’m doing so, but it keeps reminding me of something my son told me once: He said his 5th grade teacher told his class that most of them (in that class) would eventually be in careers that they hadn’t even heard of yet. That was 7 years ago. And yeah, we hadn’t even heard of Facebook then. …
Modern Family started its new season and came out with a bang. Hilarious. Phil cracks me up. The rest of my family loves Manny — my son said he wants a burgandy dinner jacket now.
The idea of sending my son to college is freaking me out.
Candy corn might be the greatest thing about fall. … Well, right there next to pumpkin-flavored frozen yogurt. (Maybe candy corn on pumpkin-flavored frozen yogurt. … hmm. …) I just had to buy a big bag of candy corn at Target. I’m weak, I tell ya, weak.
September is not my favorite month. Aside from the debut of the candy corn, and Superman’s birthday (which is always fun, because he insists on it), September is usually one of anxiety for me. I’ll be glad to start October.