Supermom’s Kryptonite
It’s a rare tropical bird! It’s a beat-up minivan! No…it’s SuperMom! Faster than a four year old running from a tickle, able to leap over kids’ crap in a single bound, SuperMom is the most fantastical of all the Supers. …
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Murphy’s Law virus be gone!
So if you’re my friend on Facebook, you might have noticed the wee bit of whining I’ve been doing about being sick. I haven’t been sick in two freaking years, and I get knocked down with some sort of Murphy’s …
People are losing their every-lovin’ minds and I feel guilty
Have you noticed? The world is in a frightened spiral, gasping and flopping like a caught fish. The economy has more than tanked; it has fallen to the floor, been eaten by the dog, and crapped out a day later…only …
And now it’s crisis mode…
(Quick note to the poll voter who chose “Get a life, woman, it’s only a blog”–thanks for having the balls to choose that one. You’re right. :)) In the ongoing quest to “discover” myself, I have learned that I only …
Reminder
Did you mess up your internal clock screw with your kids’ sleeping habits set your clock forward an hour today? If not, you’re likely late for something. Enjoy the extra hour of evening sunlight and go grill something. Except for …
Just trapped under something heavy
I want a clone. That’s all. No, wait, I want a wife. But that’s a post for another day. Question! (Because I just don’t have enough going on, I’m thinking of shaking things up around this little ole’ site here). …
Bullet point Tuesday
Ahh…when buried up to the neck in things that must be done because you were gone for five days, you write bullet points. If it’s trash day, it’s high-wind warning day! Mother Nature has a sense of humor. She also …
Wild blue yonder
Anyone else remember the olden days of air travel? When it was fun and exciting? I do, vaguely. I remember taking flights from Chicago to Orlando for vacation, early morning flights. And since they were early flights, breakfast would be …
What price sanity?
So it’s that time of year again. I’m looking down the road called “calendar” and seeing a Big.Red.Brick.Wall. ahead. On that wall is a sign, written in the tears of angels, that reads: Summer Vacation And I start to hyperventilate. …