Ten more hours, but who’s counting?
Before first light there is the shushing quiet that is snow at dawn. I’m thirty four years old and the winter landscape, sugar coated trees and drifts of snowflakes across the lawn at sunrise, still takes my breath away. That quiet peaceful beginning was, unfortunately, not any indication of the day to come.
I suppose [...]
surly, smart-assed rejection
I am really starting to wonder when Adsense is going to forget about that lice post awhile back. Oh Shit, I’ve typed the word again ensuring a lifetime of LiceKiller ads on my blog. Enough already. If I write about regret and bitterness and abysmal sadness can we at least run some Prozac [...]
two things I’m thankful for today
A Blogher post on gratitude has me thinking that it’s time I confess to being thankful for something. Anything. I wouldn’t want my audience to worry that I may be planning to jump off a cliff or drive myself and my children into the bottom of a lake with the windows rolled up.
So [...]
a silly putty injunction
So we know that O’s been passed over as the valedictorian of 2nd grade, that’s the bad news. But the good news is, he is not yet riding the short bus. In fact, he knows a ridiculous amount about the normally sized, quite new bus that he does ride…manufacturer, gas mileage, average speed that Carl [...]
do not call me ‘cutie’
Just wondering who slipped in the night before last and replaced my seven year old son with the emotional equivalent of Judd Nelson’s character in The Breakfast Club? He’s got the whole snarly, sarcastic affectation down pat. This morning, while I tried to help him smooth out his spectacular bed head, I made the mistake [...]
