and so it begins
Hobo month is barely a day old, and already there's trouble. For the uninitiated, Hobo month is a brief hiatus in discretionary spending; nothing that isn't deemed absolutely necessary can be purchased. So, hot dog buns? Yes. Creme brulee pastries? No. Shampoo? Yes....
The only valid reason for Facebook… other than spying on your kids.
Most people who know me, know that I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. It amuses them to no end that 98% of the friend requests I receive cause me overt trauma. ("Why are these people friending me? Why? WHY??!!!") To my way of thinking, if I wasn't friends...
Victory!
My eldest daughter informed me last night that I am a "...really, really great mom." Now I am choosing to believe that the sentiment came from a rush of affection for her darling mother and a recognition of all that I do and not just because I showed up to softball...
I’m not crazy… on average I’m totally sane.
I'm reading two books in tandem right now. One is On a Dollar a Day, about a couple attempting to limit their food costs to one dollar per person per day. The second is The Man Who Ate the World, by Jay Rayner, food critic and frequent judge on Top Chef. At one point...
slow traffic, keep right.
Poop.I just got back from a run. 3.2 miles, in fact, just to check my 5k time. Due to schedules and life, I've been mostly relegated to running on a treadmill in my basement. Let me tell you, I am speedy-speedy quick on that thing. So much so, that I was super...
Respite.
Oh my gosh, I needed this.I'm hiding in my room, while all the kids are outside engaging in forced gardening-type activities with their father. The window is open, I've got a fresh cup of coffee and half a dark chocolate/chili bar beside me. It's such a marked...
We all remember a few weeks ago, when I said all sort of nice things about my husband, right? When I said that I loooove him and he is very supportive and, in general, a stand-up guy... right? I might have left out the part where I suspect that he is totally, freaking...
Time out for mommy.
I've got a problem: how to reprimand a wayward 6 year-old, in a manner that isn't in reality a punishment for me? I've got this little one, I've mentioned him before, who is hell bent on asserting his dominance over the household. That's all fine and good, except that...
Awesome.
Okay, here's kind of a secret. Well, not a secret really, just something that I do without really examining it too closely. Kind of like night-time snacking. Sure, I know I do it and it's probably not the best thing for me, but I just sort of divert my attention while...
No. YOU shut up.
What do you do when the mom is crabby? I mean seriously, absolutely crabby? I just spent an hour slumped in my favorite chair, arms crossed, bottom lip out, pouting. Yes, pouting. Just kind of hanging out and waiting for the opportunity to yell "No. YOU shut up!" to...
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