Back to School Blues
I say Labout Day is the new New Year. Why not? New year’s resolutions? Do ’em in Sept. Starting a diet? Post-summer’s the perfect time to start. Quitting smoking? Hell-ooo? What better day than the one after a long, hot, smokey summer?!
Blabber Chat
I had to give ’em something, so a little ramble should satisfy. For now. When the head’s elsewhere, the typing fingers follow.
Out! Damn Blog Spot
Maybe that’s why blogs are becoming so passe. Not only are you, dear readers, getting sick of certain voices (hopefully not mine – is work that busy?!), but no news is, well, no news.There’s nothin coming. Not on my computer(s) anyway.
Fight Club
Despite your best efforts, at some point, your kid’s gonna be the bad guy. And how will that make you feel?
The Gift That Keeps on Giving
The big question is, of course, what to buy. And that’s why god created gift cards. I mean really, is there anything better than a gift card?
Halloween 101
Things have definitely changed since I was a trick-or-treater. Where have all the caramels gone? And when did candy get so pricey? And so puny? Two Hershey’s kisses in a mini pack? That’s just rude. Even the-already tiny Rockets have shrunk into mini versions. It ain’t right.
Home Sweet Home
When I think summer vacation, I think fun in the sun. It’s easy math: Summer + Holiday = lazy days. But throw the family into that equation and what do you get? Work.
Not a Croc
The thing is, I am and always have been a clog girl. A sleepover camp staple if there ever was one. Until they were banned. ‘Cuz all the girlies (and some boys) were tripping over their feet and spraining their ankles. But still, dragging your heels, clip-clopping along in your clogs…nothing beat it.
Can You Repeat the Question?
I said I was married, two kids. And then the conversation kinda stopped. In fact, it was less a convo than me asking the how’s, where’s and what’s. Answer, answer, answer…Doesn’t anybody ask anymore?
Take Me Home, Country Road
So off we went, me and my baby boys. I noticed the rain coming down. Hard. I took a deep breath and soldiered on. I was a grown-up woman. A mother for Chrissakes. And I was terrified. White-knuckled, jaw-clenched, might-just-lose-it terrified.