If it’s the first day of November, it’s the first day of NaNoWriMo and writers around the world are swinging between exhilaration and sheer panic. I’m not so much swinging as spinning between the two like an out of control …
From Thanksgiving 2017 to Memorial Day 2018 I lost 26 pounds. Since the end of May I’ve gained back nearly ten. I can feel it where my clothes are rubbing me again, I can feel it in the rolls that …
I lit into my kid today. Doesn’t even really matter which one; later this afternoon his brother is getting Variation on a Theme, followed by Second Verse Same as the First parental duet for both young men, and probably an encore of This …
Do you 10Q? From the website: Answer one question per day in your own secret online 10Q space. Make your answers serious. Silly. Salacious. However you like. It’s your 10Q. When you’re finished, hit the magic button and your answers …
And like that…summer is over. I didn’t intend to take a long blogging hiatus, it just sorta happened. You don’t plan to fail, you just fail to plan. I presented at the SENG conference, attended a friend’s wedding, taught a few band …
It’s been…it’s been a long spring, yo. Mid-February I started a longterm middle school band sub gig, covering for a friend going on maternity leave; it started significantly sooner than expected when she had her son eight weeks early. What …
Did you know that today is World Naked Gardening Day? Yep, first Saturday in May. Sadly, I am not gardening, neither clothed nor starkers. Today I am the chauffeur and ATM for my kid at a technology/hacker conference. The things …
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 …
I have a healthy gallows humor. It’s my main coping mechanism, how I manage what life throws at me. If I can laugh at the frustrating, make the irritating absurd, and find any glimmer of amusement at the frightening, then …
Time flies when you’re having fun deep in the parenting trenches, wondering if you’ll ever see the light of day, and if the walls of said trenches are greased or just layered in the tears of previous years. Regardless, time flies. …
