Sweet, sweet avoidance
Heh. I ordered maple sirup today. A large enough order that the Costco commenter won’t strike again. Heh. There’s more going on here today, mostly in the area of gifted education and advocating for it, but I need to gather …
Heh. I ordered maple sirup today. A large enough order that the Costco commenter won’t strike again. Heh. There’s more going on here today, mostly in the area of gifted education and advocating for it, but I need to gather …
Wow. After the Costco sirup incident, I didn’t think there’d be another. Apparently I wear my “hey Costco checkout folks! Make questionable statements about me and my decisions! I need blog fodder!” t-shirt when I go over there. It’s bad …
“Will she smoke thin black cigarettes and reject the Triune God?” If you know that line, you watched Mystery Science Theater 3000 back in the early 90s…before Joel left and the show went downhill. Tom and I finally woke up …
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. …
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 …
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 …
(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 …
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 …
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). …
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 …