Poor Ma Ingalls
I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder. I grew up on the Little House on the Prairie series, and it’s influenced my life in subtle ways; I see it most often in August or so. Mid to late summer, the cicadas are …
Humor
Pro tips for the midlife woman
Welcome, all you young whippersnappers! Thank you for coming to today’s session, Pro Tips for the Midlife Woman! I’m sure you’re wondering just what the hell I’m talking about, as the notice said this session was Fifty Easy Cocktails With FREE Samples!, …
When They’re All Gone
I am entirely out of flonks. Flonk bereft. My field of flonks is not only barren, it is overfarmed and sown with salt; flonk dust is blowing in the wind.
I’d like to reinstall my operating system
“Thank you for calling Inner Workings Tech Support, where we fix it or your money back! My name is Todd, how can I help you on this beautiful afternoon?” “Hi Todd. My name is Jen and my operating system is …
Sometimes you just gotta make yourself laugh
I am a huge fan of mocking the absurd and annoying. Blog name checks out. So when I want to whine about the irritating crap of life, I dig deep and find a way to poke fun at it. Not at …
Parenting Teenagers
Don’t you wish there was a magazine all about parenting teenagers? Kinda like the mags you’d read in the middle of the night, nursing an infant? Fear not! I mocked one up for you! Enjoy.
From annoying to absurd
The other day I had to buy printer ink. I tend to run the printer dry, get pissy that printouts have all the color saturation of glass, and eventually make the trek for replacements. After shelling out the cost of …
Living with a teenage troll, the sequel
Give me strength. I mean, for chrissakes, it was my birthday. And, on the 42nd anniversary of my entrance onto this planet, I spent a huge amount of time in the car, driving Andy to and from a birthday party a million …
Living with a teenage troll
My sons never fail to entertain me. They went on a road trip last week with my parents, gone for a handful of days to visit the Ford Museum in Michigan. Tom and I had an unexpected few days alone …
Let me tell you about…meeting your child where he is
The most vulnerable place for a woman is flat on her back, wrapped in an ill-fitting paper gown, feet in stirrups, butt waving in the air. Oh sure, childbirth is maybe a BIT higher on the vulnerability chart, especially with …