On the left side of the sanity bell curve
There was a simplicity to life before Cara started kindergarten that I couldn’t fully appreciate until now. Before kindergarten, I never had to worry about notarized permission slips or a report card with a declining score. If one of the kids got sick–which was a rarity–then the day went along like any other day except… Continue reading She Was Sick and Maybe Still Is
So I’m sitting at the computer and being productive as hell [That’s a blatant lie but let’s act like it’s true.] and the doorbell rings. There’s these two huge Russian dudes standing at the door. Boris A asks, “Are we too early?” in heavily accented English and laughs over his shoulder to Boris B. It’s… Continue reading The Russians Say They’re Coming Back
2012 has come to a close and now we’re on to 2013. I can vividly remember it being 1990. I feel quite old all of a sudden. We’ve been in the house a year now. Cara started school. Tucker’s almost done with his. I got offered a job. I found my biological mother and siblings.… Continue reading My Favorite Posts on Taste Like Crazy from 2012
Tucker and I believe in an informed electorate and he and I listen to NPR and talk radio. Usually the kids are in the car when we’re listening. Cara: “I love President Obama. He’s the best president ever and he would never lie.” Oliver: “I love Obama and Romney. They can both lie. I… Continue reading The Politics of Small Children
We had a late lunch with some of our Navy friends [Hi, Alex and Hollyn!] and their kids at a local Mexican restaurant that boasts balloons on sticks. Every time the kids get these balloons, Tucker and I end up wanting to pull our hair out since someone always gets bonked in the head–multiple times–and the kids… Continue reading Sometimes Sticking To Your Guns Sucks
OK. Fine. I’m depressed. [I got distracted after I wrote that and wandered around the internet before remembering I was supposed to be writing something over here. Oops.] Remember when I wrote that one thing about going off my meds? Well, I did and things were pretty much the way they had been and so… Continue reading I’m Depressed Maybe Possibly Or Not
From my Facebook page this morning: After the millionth surgery on the Keurig, it’s dead to me. Tried to make coffee on the stove in a pan. Fail. Don’t be taken in by the yummy looking coffee; this tastes like dirty water. NaNoWriMo and I have broken up. I’m bummed I’m not going to complete… Continue reading Crappy Coffee and Shooting
Today is the last day of Cara being five. This is the bag Mom bought Cara for her birthday tomorrow. Cara has decided she’s going to use the bag as her backpack. Tomorrow is her party; we’re having it at the local hands-on science center. We’re paying for it but the package includes the cake… Continue reading Happy Last Day of Being Five, Cara!
Today was the first day of NaNoWrimo and I’m pretty sure I done good. I met my writing goal for the day–2k words–and identified a bunch of holes I missed. Like three important characters that didn’t have names and two organizations that also didn’t have names. I fixed the people naming issue but the organizations… Continue reading NaNoWriMo Day One Halloween and the Halloween Wreath
So after yesterday’s “thing” at the gas station on base where the manager blocked us in the bathroom cause she thought I was beating Ollie and everything breaking in our house the past few days, me getting soaked by the toilet when I broke it and let’s not forget the spider post, I figured what… Continue reading A Parenting Levity Video for Your Saturday
I make a concerted effort to ensure I warn our kids about changes to a normal routine. If we’re going to have to change the way something goes, I’m going to warn these two about the change so many times they end up rolling their eyes because I’ve warned them so many times. We were going to… Continue reading Obviously She Thought I Was Beating Our Son
Before we moved to Alabama, I had only seen one Black Widow. It was a quick association since she quickly became VERY WELL acquainted with my shoe. In Arkansas, you worry about Brown Recluses. Those fun, fun spiders that slip into your shoes and between your sheets and wait to bite you so they can laugh while… Continue reading I Killed My Fifth Black Widow Spider Yesterday
