Speak your truth!
Speak your truth, they say. So I will. Because they said so. As the executive function for the entire household, the frontal lobe of the House of Chaos, I am drowning under the mass onslaught of everyday life, dragged …
Just for me
Dear Life
Dear Rosie, I just love when you come to a dead stop in front of me halfway up (or down) the stairs. I know in your sweet little peabrain mind that love means ensuring I keep my razor sharp reflexes …
Reflections on a decade of blogging
One week ago I hit a milestone anniversary and, true to course, totally overlooked it because 1) I suck at memorable dates unless I’m married to you or pushed you through the lady bits and 2) please see item number …
When your last Word of the Year picks its successor
*Tap tap* This thing on? Where are the damned lights? What the…what happened to my stack of drafts? Why are they all over the floor? And who the hell is in charge of dusting around here? I swear to god I’m …
What a difference a year makes
I was sitting and thinking the other day (dangerous, I know) about change, and just how much change we’ve seen here the last few years. And for the first time, I wasn’t angry about it. I just sat with it, and …
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 …
NaNoWay!
Just when I think I can’t go any further ’round the bend or even more batshit crazy, I outdo myself. In the midst of building my flute studio and homeschooling and blogging and maybe putting together a presentation for SENG 2016 …
A real pain in the neck
I sprained my neck. Oh, I’m sure I could call it something slightly less embarrassing, like a neck tweak or stiff and sore muscles, but it’s way past that. It’s a sprain. In my neck. There are usually two reactions to such a …
If you can’t say something nice…
If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. That’s what we all learned growing up, isn’t it? Kind of a keep the peace sort of thing. This is why I tend to keep my mouth shut an awful …
My bully, myself
What do you think of when you think of bullying? Playground taunts? Cyberstalking? Mean girls? Workplace passive-aggressiveness? We’ve been very, very fortunate here in the House of Chaos to have had little bullying come our way. It could have been horrifically life-altering …