I wrote this when we still lived in Florida and Tucker was still in the Navy. I can specifically remember Tucker getting home from watch – midnight maybe – and Cara was in bed and I was sitting out on our porch, chain smoking, and Tucker came up to me and I raised a hand… Continue reading The Note – A Short Story
What Should I Do About Ollie and My Boobs?
I just checked my email – after a day spent away from the computer and spent instead on the Little Big Planet demo – and I was met with an email asking if I’d like to go to this thing in October. A thing that will require me to fly…something I abhor after spending 22… Continue reading What Should I Do About Ollie and My Boobs?
My Sunshine Boy
Love for me has never been as constant as the North Star. [I’m sure that Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave as I bastardize one of his most famous quotes.] Love for me ebbs and wanes and then is bolstered by some minuscule occurrence and all is right with the world again. This holds… Continue reading My Sunshine Boy
A Wonderful Dinner and a Year Ago
When I pictured this post as I was making dinner and tweeting about how AMAZING it was going to be, I saw brilliantly framed photos of perfectly golden brown pork surrounded by the orange of baby carrots which glistened in butter and the juices from the pork. I saw a pot of lentils that looked… Continue reading A Wonderful Dinner and a Year Ago
His Name was Allergic
Before we left for Arkansas on Friday, I noticed that the Cara and Ollie’s toilet had sprung a leak. Such an impressive [meaning annoying] leak that the floor was covered with water and the bathroom rugs were sopping wet. We turned off the water to the toilet, cleaned up the flood and went to Arkansas.… Continue reading His Name was Allergic
Ollie’s First Birthday Party and the Cake
This weekend was Oliver’s first birthday party. I didn’t say “Oliver’s first birthday” since he doesn’t turn one until the 12 but Tucker will be at Navy Drill this coming weekend and Tucker wasn’t going to miss his son’s party. It was the way that a first birthday party should be. We had cake and… Continue reading Ollie’s First Birthday Party and the Cake
We’re Home
We’re back home from Ollie’s birthday party that was held in Arkansas and we’re all exhausted. Things went great with the exception of the cake but THAT is a story for a different day…like tomorrow. Cara is in her Hello Kitty tent that’s in the living room. She goes to sleep easily [well, easily for… Continue reading We’re Home
The Boring List
So I’m all like, “I’m not quitting. I’ll be back.” and then I don’t post anything on here for like five years or something. Yeah. Sorry about that. I seem to lack the ability to plan out my month with any sort of success so I usually find myself doing a mad rush at the… Continue reading The Boring List
Taking a Break From Work
Since I found myself a bit behind in my contractually required pieces for work, I decided that TODAY was going to be the day that I got a shit ton of stuff ready and then I could focus on other things. Like cleaning the house. And the kitchen. And contemplating my insane idea to run… Continue reading Taking a Break From Work
Work Kicks Mah Butt
I haven’t died. I haven’t quit blogging. I wasn’t so emotionally spent by my past post that I had to hide or take a break. I have found myself amazingly behind with work and unfortunately, that means that it takes priority over this site. Sucks, but that’s how it is. I appreciate all of the… Continue reading Work Kicks Mah Butt
Something I Hope I Don’t Pass On
This past week has been hell. I know you just read that sentence and you think that I’m exaggerating but ever since coming back from BlogHer, Cara has had HUGE sleep issues. Three hours of screaming and bitching about her room being “too dark” and “too noise” [noisy] and her saying that she does not… Continue reading Something I Hope I Don’t Pass On
Aunt Flo, Is That You?
Oh, Internets. Are you feeling OK? I’ve read several posts in the past couple of days that have ranged from slightly bitchy to downright mean. Even the comments have been getting nasty with judgments on how someone else should live their life or picking apart a joke. Then, there’s Twitter with it’s constant back and… Continue reading Aunt Flo, Is That You?