Jen Lancaster's Blog, page 30

You Know, For Kids

Just when you think I have no more live events, I have a new live event. Other than the annual Witty Women event in October, this is pretty much it until I go on tour next May. So, if you're interested in seeing me stammer, spit, and sweat Chardonnay live and in person, there's no time like the present. And seriously, this takes place in a bar. Drinks will be involved which always adds an interesting dimension and ups my natural propensity for hugging, like, a thousand percent. Anyway... What: A

Can You Tell I Finally Figured Out How To Download Photos From The New Camera?

Last month my friend Poppy's post-BlogHer party, Fletch and I had the opportunity to sit down and drink nine hundred glasses of wine with musician Chris Mann. I am Chris Mann. (And you are not.) For those of you who don't know him, he's a classically trained opera singer who's since moved into the whole modern pop singer/songwriter genre. Combining his talent, charm, looks, and sincere fan interaction, my prediction is he's going to be the Next Big Thing. I also predict that in five years he'll

My Husband, Ansel Adams

Setting: Late May, 2009, The Webster Place Barnes & Noble, immediately following the question and answer session of my book reading. Me: Honey, there's a million people in line and I only have one person up here helping me and she's putting name post-it notes in the books. Do me a favor and use people's cameras for them if they want pictures with me. Fletch: Nah. Me: Excuse me? "Nah" is not an option. Please take their pictures, this line is really, really long and it would help move things alon

Book Mitzvah

I've been telling you guys about this for a year and today's finally the day! So, I'm delighted to say that my good friend Danny Evans' book has finally been released! Here's a quick synopsis of Danny's memoir: MESHUGENAH [meh-shuh-geh-nuh:] adjective mad; crazy; mentally deranged; demented; insane [origin: 1892, from Heb. meshugga, part. of shagag "to go astray, wander." The adj. has forms meshugener, meshugenah before a noun] In his early thirties, Danny Evans had it all—a hot wife, a new baby,

Authors Night 2009

I am beside-myself-excited to tell you all that I'm a part of Authors Night at the East Hampton Library this year and I'm inviting you to join me because I'm cool like that. When: Saturday, August 8th from 5:30 PM to 7:30 PM Where: 159 Main Street, East Hampton, NY (in a tent next door to the library) Why: To support the library, of course What If It Rains?: Um, bring an umbrella? Don't step out from under the tent? I don't know, what do you usually do if it rains? What Else Do I Need to Know?:

Item Six - Why You Bring Home Tiny Devils?

I'm the the process of rearranging furniture in my office. As it is my desire to jam every inch of living space full of as much furniture as humanly possible (at least according to Fletch) there are still some un-homed items floating around the middle of the room. Presently I have a rolling office chair pulled up to the front of my desk and Maisy has climbed into it. She's sitting upright on her haunches and facing me. We appear to be having a meeting. I keep cracking up as I consider what we mi

Don't Know Much About The French I Took, Either

I just spent the better part of twenty minutes recalling a conversation I had with my ninth grade Geometry teacher. Eloquently - in the ways that only a ninth grade smartass can be eloquent - I explained to Mr. Kaylor that I would never, ever need to understand the difference between obtuse and acute angles and how the word "rectiliniar" did nothing but make me giggle. In completely related news, I also just spent the last twenty minutes trapped on the stairwell holding a bed headboard. Well pla

VCA Lake Shore Animal Hosptial, The Sharpest Stick Is For You

Technically I was ready to put up a new post a couple of days ago except it's been so long since I logged on to my site that I forgot my Typepad password. Which is not an excuse so much as it is an explanation. So... where've I been for the past month? Judging from the (increasingly aggressive) tone of some email I've received, this is a hot topic. I'm flattered that many of you seem to have missed me. You're very sweet and I thank you for sticking around. (And for those who found fit to lecture

Yes, I Know How Long It's Been Since I Posted Last...

... so there's no need to remind me. Sending me emails demanding I post again doesn't make me write faster. It doesn't make the things I have to do after being away from home for a month get done any quicker. It doesn't make all the work I must complete for the fifth book's looming deadline go away. All it does is extend the time between posts because now in addition to being really busy, I'm annoyed. Listen, I love writing for an audience and I'm happy to share my life with you both online and