And it’s done
Note: I was going to write a charming little ditty in defense of Costco after reading Michelle’s post on her love/hate relationship with the place. And then I went there this afternoon and left after paying with part of my …
I don’t know what I expected to see in there…a unicorn maybe?
A had an endoscopy this morning. Just checking to see if he has celiac disease. Or a small gnome causing trouble. The jury is still out which it is. But I learned a few things today. A’s stomach and esophagus …
Total LUNAcy
I should have seen it coming. It’s a full moon. Know how I know this? No almanac, no moon charts, didn’t even look out the window. My sons are driving me batshit crazy. I suppose I should be grateful. A …
Blogging sites for kids
I really appreciate all the comments and suggestions about kids blogging. I originally did a Google search and was freaked about the total lack of all things bloggy for kids. I was actually starting to think about starting a blogging …
When you’re feeling down…
Mornings are not my best time. Ideally, the boys would get themselves cleaned up and fed and leave me the heck alone until about 9, when I’m considerably more human. Alas, it is not to be. So I try to …
kiddie blog
Ok, a question for those of you in the know. A, my seven year old, wants to start a blog. Not one to discourage writing, especially in one who really needs to improve his writing, I’m all for it. But …
And another thing
If I have to listen to John McCain and his “my friends” one.more.damned.time, I’m going to throw something large and heavy at the television. End rant.
Catching Up
…but not really. I still have too many emails to count, posts in my reader (please forgive me for just hitting “mark all as read” many a time), a pile on my desk, and bats in the belfry. I bust …
The other side of the music stand
J started up violin lessons again this week. He’s so cute with his little violin tucked up under his chin. He’s only four, so we’re taking it pretty slow. My goal is for him to not quit when it gets …
There is no joy in Mudville
I have avoided writing about my beloved Cubbies all summer. Nothing. Nada. If there was anything, it was in obtuse language. I am so superstitious about my favorite team that I don’t discuss them. I’d check their record in the …