On the left side of the sanity bell curve
I have to clean today. I’m putting that off by writing this even though the last thing I want to do is write. I’d much rather be sleeping. I was up way too late last night working on a Sims post for Kmart Gamer about the new world that came out. [You can see pretty… Continue reading Kind of Like a Trip To the Gynecologist
Just about this time eight years ago, Tucker and I were living in the ghetto–or about as ghetto as Jonesboro, AR can get–and were enjoying the oblivion of working mindless jobs and chilling at the pool with various alcoholic drinks and friends. Sophie was about four months old and would run around the pool and… Continue reading Sophie: A Bath
Ever start writing a post and you have this great idea and you’re ready. To. Write. It. and then you actually start and you realize you don’t want to write about that great idea after all and you flounder about trying to come up with something to post since you already kind of started and… Continue reading Great Planned Post and a Parenting Video
How do you explain to a four year old that she can’t love someone after just one meeting? Correct answer? You don’t explain it. You just nod and smile when she professes her undying love to the only boy in her gymnastics class. I told her after her first gymnastics class of this term–when she… Continue reading A Four Year Old’s First Love
If I know I’m not going to have to get out of the car then I’ll take Sophie. She doesn’t get out of the apartment and she goes zero to slug brained as soon as she hears the keys so there’s no denying she loves going, “bye-bye.” The issue starts as soon as I put… Continue reading The Dog Car Window Dance
I got three or four texts from the Weather Channel last night before I believed we were actually going to get some rain. This huge gust of wind came down the breezeway and it sounded like it was coming to get me. I decided that was a good time to go in. By the time… Continue reading Last Night’s Storm
My kids are grounded from television. [That’s not something I was expecting to say or write for at least a couple more years.] I don’t even remember what spurred the “grounding” but it boils down to the fact their rooms resemble a disaster zone and I’m tired of picking up their crap. So what if… Continue reading Grounded From TV
Why does my son never wear pants? Why does my daughter all the sudden want to wear diapers over her clothes? Why did my peanut butter cocoa cookies end up tasting more like peanut butter cocoa cake things? Why doesn’t my daughter like hamburgers? Why does my dog stink so much? Have my kids’ toys… Continue reading Questions From This Weekend and an Announcement
I never planned to write for a living but here I am; I planned on being a doctor or vet. A couple of doctors I’ve spoken with wanted to be writers. I guess even folks with the “perfect” jobs can want something else. Mom probably should have opened up a restaurant and I know for sure… Continue reading What’s Your Perfect Job?
I am so tired of coming up with what to make for dinner every night so we’ve gone back to–yet again–Healthy Calendar Diabetic Cooking: A Full Year of Simple, Menus and Easy Recipes and let me tell you, that’s not a bad thing. For an entire year, you have a day-by-day recipe book complete with… Continue reading Tarrogon and Washing My Mouth Out With Soap
There are two things I’ve come to realize tonight–I’m writing this the night before you’ll read it. I have rediscovered my love for saltine crackers and cheese slices though my tastes have been refined to whole wheat saltines and premium cheese slices if any presliced cheese can be considered “premium.” I have developed a very… Continue reading Dreams That Won’t Go Away: Cheese Crackers and My Dead Step-Father
Spanking is one of those issues in parenting that’s best not talked about unless you’re ready to hear some extremely vocal opinions. Just like “natural” birth. And breastfeeding. And bottle feeding. And circumcision. And daycare. And how much TV your kids watch. And candy. I’m going to stop now. Chances are good you’re a parent… Continue reading I Spank My Kids
