I am taking care of all kinds of business today -- shuttling Lil E to and from co-op, where it seems the swift and icky stomach flu bug has finally dissipated, handling scads of financial headaches and making a plan for myself for the next few weeks. A good friend told me that when life becomes intensely emotional, it is good and healthy and productive to eliminate the feelings from certain aspects of each day, to designate what is just plain business. She also suggested I make a business plan for my life, which feels a bit daunting but is actually a sanctuary to emotional roller coaster of these last months. Numbers on a page and meetings in a calendar are tangible and real and unbiased. That's comforting.
That also means I am working more and reading more. While I hurry off to arrange an interview while I eat lunch and check in on a few blogs I've greatly missed, there's a bit of business for you to sink into with me. Join me over at Strollerderby, where we're in the conference room eating microwave popcorn, drinking Shasta and talking about:
The Seven REAL Signs Your Kid Loves You (and this isn't any warm-fuzzy flower-from-the-garden bullhockey, my friends).
Mario Lopez's ass. Yes, he is an ass, but also, we're ruminating on his booty. Oh, and Britney. Because all celeb stories eventually circle 'round to Brit Brit.
George Clooney's commitment. Not an ass, but again, having one.
The at-home dad convention. Also known as another attempt for the papas to be as BlogHer as possible. I'm kidding. I'm sure it is a lovely affair with spectacular crudites.
The kids of Hollywood power players. Also known as what happens when the characters from The OC grow up and have babies. Ewwww.