Thursday Thoughts
I don’t do Throwback Thursday online because I think it’s a ploy to get us to tag old pictures of ourselves in an attempt to have images of ourselves throughout the years. Note to self: add tinfoil to the Costco …
Just for me
My brain is shrinking! Shrinking, I tell you!
The Huffington Post had an article today about how stress is making you lose your mind. Well, no shit. With the stress I’m under right now it’s a miracle I can remember my name. I’ve certainly had a hard time …
…and then life happened
A whole lot of life, actually, and while none of it was terrible, my utter inability to manage it in a healthy way certainly didn’t make it any better. It’s felt as though every aspect of life lately has been …
Change of seasons came early this year
Fall has fallen hard here in Chicago. No, that’s not quite accurate. Chicago has run, laugh-crying and tripping over itself with arms wide open while jostling others out of the way, into the cold and spindly arms of Autumn. Chicago will regret this; …
There’s a hole in my (ice) bucket
Sir Patrick did it best: http://youtu.be/Ju5VxyM3S4o I was really hoping to fly under the radar with this über-viral Ice Bucket Challenge. But alas, I was nominated twice this weekend. Such is social media. I’m not going to …
It’s a matter of bandwidth
MacDreamy2 is showing his age lately. He’s four years old and gets heavy, heavy use. If it’s not me pounding out blog posts (which have been sadly rare these days) or a snarky Facebook update or answering yet another email (Sisyphus …
Who wears short shorts?
Answer: not me. In fact, summer in Chicago this year has been so cool that it’s been mostly capris and blue jeans. I do have shorts in the drawer, but I think I can count on one hand how many …
What’s in a blog name?
Could your blog’s name subconsciously influence your life? When I first started writing this blog, lo those many years ago, it was under the name Never a Dull Moment. Made sense. I had a four year old and a one year old …
It’s just like that
It’s just like this. Only the blocks are one big chunk of solid cement, I am crushed beneath it, and the boys are wrestling and jumping on top while the dog barks and farts with impunity. The pencil is …
Marry the person with whom you can have a midlife crisis
“It’s the days leading up to a full moon that lands on Friday the 13th, it’s Mercury Retrograde, I haven’t seen the sun in three days, the boys gnawed on my second-to-last nerve today, I’m PMSing to a level of …