On the left side of the sanity bell curve
Cara’s one year birthday is coming up. I don’t remember giving her permission to turn one. But, when has she ever listened to me? With the anniversary of her birth looming over my head, I’ve started thinking about birthday parties. Am I the only one who doesn’t see the point of having a “themed” party… Continue reading Birthday Party Thoughts
The stereotypical image that most people have of gamers is either a plump and pasty teenage boy surrounded by empty Mountain Dew cans or the image of a plump and pasty middle aged guy who lives with his mom. [I’m not talking about you of course] Slowly, but surely, this stereotype is being turned on… Continue reading Your Mom’s a Gamer
Cara has gotten in her first molar. Bottom left. It’s through the gum and nice and sharp. Tucker was the one who noticed the thing…I thought Cara was just being a pain in my ass for the general fun of it. Last night was horrible. Cara was down by 8pm. We didn’t hear a peep… Continue reading Stupid Molar
I was at Starbuck’s yesterday getting my Pumpkin Spice Latte with no whip and no sprinkles. [OH SO TASTY!] For some reason I had cash and paid the chick with a ten. She handed me back the change in all ones. Not a big deal. Having a wad of ones makes me feel like I… Continue reading Freudian Slip
If I wasn’t well acquainted with my angel’s [cough] father, I could probably be convinced that he was a goat. Case in point: Not only does she insist on climbing on everything, she also eats everything. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m glad that I don’t have a picky eater. She’ll eat anything I put… Continue reading The Goat
The prospect of finding him dead did not appeal to her. She had seen death before. She had watched her uncle take is last breath. She had checked his wrist and then his carotid for a pulse. But, that didn’t meant that she was prepared to do the same with her grandfather…the man who had… Continue reading Anticipation
I’ve got a story for ya. When Mom got here on Saturday, I very quickly explained our routine with respect to Cara’s bedtime. Bath at 7 pm. Boob and then bed by 8 pm. No matter what. If she woke up in the night, I was to be the one to check on her. Mom… Continue reading My Mom Rocks!
With Mom’s impending arrival creeping closer, I found myself getting more and more nervous about the visit. The last time Mom was here, I was pregnant with Cara and Mom flew in on my “due date”. I was supposed to have Cara on the 26th of October; Cara didn’t show up until the 3rd of… Continue reading Mom’s Here
It was supposed to be a simple trip to the mailbox. Cara was screeching with excitement at being allowed to walk with me instead of being carried. She twisted and struggled to get down to the ground and once there, she gazed up at me with a look of pure bliss. Cara slowly made her… Continue reading Mailbox Journey
Dead car batteries suck. Plain and simple. I rented that carpet cleaner yesterday and I had to take it back today before 11 am. Of course it had to be raining, so strapped Cara into her seat and then went back for the carpet cleaner. [damn thing weighs a ton!] We got to Home Depot,… Continue reading Dead Car Batteries Suck
We’re not really a vacation kind of family. I’m sure well will be once Cara gets older, but up until around this time last year, it was just Tucker and me. Our lazy asses preferred to sit on the couch and save the cash that we would have spent on a trip. All that being… Continue reading Amazing Boob Trick
I’ve never considered myself “abused”. I always had a bed to sleep in, clothes on my back and food in my stomach. I can count on one hand the number of times that I was spanked. But, the more I thought about it, the more long forgotten memories came flooding back. Hours spent alone in… Continue reading Breaking the Cycle
