MOB: Moms of Boys
Once upon a long time ago I wrote a post titled The Sisterhood of Sons. It kept going through my head this afternoon as four OH MY GOD LOOK SOMETHING SHINY LET’S PLAY WITH THE WALKIE TALKIES C’MERE I WANNA …
Everyday Life
The Sunday coupons are starting to frighten me
I’ve posted before on the Creepy As Hell Sunday Coupons I’ve found while pointlessly searching for a deal on something that didn’t include hidden gluten as an ingredient, but this weekend’s find takes the cake. It’s a volatile mix of …
The importance of Evernote
When you can look off your back porch and see people’s homes and livelihoods go up in smoke, to smell that smoke, to see the ash that was once someone’s house land in your garden…you start thinking about your own …
Such First World problems
My husband has had an iPhone for the last couple of months and has yet to set up his voice mail. This isn’t usually a problem until I try to reach him. Perfectly ripe organic Colorado peaches with organic heavy …
The last days of summer
Ah, while autumn does not begin for another six weeks or so, summer ends here in six days. Next Wednesday, and not a moment too soon, the boys will find themselves with a mom foot firmly in their rears pushing …
Summertime, and the livin’ AIN’T easy
You know how you can tell it’s summer? You blink and foomp! and it’s been a week since your last post. It’s not like I’m on vacation, or going on incredible adventures, or needlepointing a beach towel with the armpit …
These are the Good Old Days, right now
School is over. Summer break has begun. In the last six days we have driven over 900 miles through three states, endured a wedding, and are still speaking to one another. We’re in Chicago now visiting my parents and playing …
Just a couple of things and I’ll feel so much better
It’s really been a craptastic three weeks. The fan got tired of being the target and started throwing shit back at us. Now I know how the fan feels. Poor fan. But, God willing, things will calm down in the …
It’s not Spring Break if you’re not holding down a screaming hysterical child
Yes, indeed, there ain’t nuttin like holding down an almost 9 year old child who needs to have blood drawn. A is having a minor surgical procedure to determine once and for all if he has Hirschsprung’s Disease (unlikely at …
Guess what?
Chicken butt. Guess who? Chicken poo. You now know what my last few days have been like. Hand to GOD I didn’t teach this to them. And this is now stuck in your head too. You’re welcome. In other news, …