I was given the number 6
There’s a meme meandering around Facebook where you are given a number and that’s how many unknown items you are to share about yourself. I’ve put it off for several days because really, I’ve had a blog for just shy …
Humor
My inner child is a 12 year old boy and my 12 year old son won’t play with me
A had a class at the planetarium today. It’s no Air and Space Museum, but it’s a good little museum on a beautiful piece of land out in the lake. The biggest PITA downside is that it took us over …
StarTalk, knocking boots, and parenting
We are huge StarTalk fans in this house. Huge. Neil deGrasse Tyson has managed to make science fun and entertaining, accessible to the masses, and juuust the right length for a day of errands with the boys. We rarely listen …
Keeping those stereotypes alive
As a general rule, I’m not a girly-girl. I like short hair over long, I keep my nails super short (because typing and fluting with long nails is an exercise in crazy-making; I almost chewed off a few nails the …
There’s a hole in my bucket list
Earlier this week a columnist for the Huffington Post wrote about her anti-bucket list, things she absolutely will never do. While I have written various Wanna Do lists over the years (build a house -check, have kids -check), I’ve never …
Band camp gross
If you’ve ever done band camp, you know band camp gross. If you’ve ever done band camp in the midwest, you really know band camp gross. And if you marched drum corps, well…I just don’t understand you because you pay to …
Meekrob and Mung
It’s not easy to admit, but I have one helluva mouth. Yes, profanity is the fallback of those with a poor vocabulary, yadayadayada, I get it. I also know that my stress levels aren’t going to drop by me switching …
Channeling my inner toddler
My parents hosted paella night last night at their condo. Just us, my brother’s family, and some good friends with their kids. All told, five young boys under the age of eleven, three of them two and under. I now really …
A room full of robots, and not a maid in sight
I feel like I’m obsessing over my lack of a robot maid like I do with my search for a rainbow-farting unicorn. I figure, it’s 2013 and I have a device in my pocket with more computing power than was …
Blue over my jeans
I’m on borrowed time. I know this. It isn’t good. It’s going to happen and it’s going to happen at the least opportune time. I’ll be out and about and boom. Or I’ll have my hands full with a posse …