I don’t know how you working moms do it.  And by working moms I mean those with a paying job.  Because we all know that we are all working. Today seemed like one long series of complaints.  It began with crying in bed (our bed, I might add) followed by verbal disapproval of the...
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Poor little Hayden has a fever.  And a sore throat.  I knew something was wrong this morning when he wasn’t acting cute or funny.  But last week he was full of wit and charm, so here is the latest Tuesday’s List. Hotel managers are very important. I don’t thing that’s a very good place...
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Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered. “Yes, Piglet?” “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. “I just wanted to be sure of you.” Almost twenty years ago I received a birthday card from an old friend with the cutest picture of Pooh and Piglet and this quote.  I don’t think I...
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I remember being small and snuggling up to her lap, fingering her squishy chest and long gold necklace.  She would give me a squeeze and shrug her shoulders as she smiled, and I knew I was safe and loved. When I graduated from college she gave me a little wrapped box.  Inside was her...
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I haven’t been writing much, lately.  With each passing week I have a new excuse explanation. I really need to prep that soil.  or Today I am running errands. or It’s too hard to write with Hayden around. or I am so busy with Arthur, now. But the real reason I haven’t been writing...
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A few days ago I flushed out my ears (what, you mean you don’t flush yours?).  I had never done it before, but since quitting Q-tips I have wondered if my ears are just stockpiling wax. I was expecting to wash away some chunks, sort of like what I’d see with my netipot, only...
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There was no point in doing a Tuesday’s List this week because Hayden only says three things now. I know that. I already know that. You already told me that. After feeding him pigs ‘n the blanket for dinner and listening to his smarty-pantsness all day, I was really starting to feel like a...
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Raise your hand if you like Fat Boy Slim. Okay, that was a rhetorical command, or whatever. I can enjoy me some Fat Boy Slim, and its been rumored to reduce cellulite. Okay, maybe not Fat Boy Slim, but something close.  You can read about it over at This Blogger Makes Fun of Stuff....
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Nobody told me that I could become a dog lover fall in love with this dog.  His ears, his facial expressions, the way he snuggles in his “bed” all afternoon, and the way he leaps around like a little deer in the backyard. Also?  Nobody told me that no  matter how old the dog...
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Those of you who have been with me for awhile know of what we had to go through before we decided to stop trying to have another child.  It was a tough decision, only in that it took us so long to realize what was right for us.  We won’t (and probably can’t) have...
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