Tucker’s going to drill and that means we have to stock up on things like milk and bread and such. It’s not that I can’t go by myself, it’s that I don’t want to. Since it was lunch time and we were out anyway, Tucker said we’d run through a fast food joint on the… Continue reading Why are You Always Banging Mommy?
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Morning Email
Have you ever had one of those dreams where someone you know does something that pisses you off in your dream and then you wake up and you’re still pissed off even though you know you’re being irrational? That happened to me last night. And here’s the email exchange between Tucker and me…because I can’t… Continue reading Morning Email
What If?
Since I took the easy way out by posting the pictures of the kids, I figured today I would write a rather uninspired but timely post about Tucker leaving for Drill today and the niggling [possibly] irrational fear I’m feeling since it’s been snowing. And since my heart and head wasn’t really in it, I… Continue reading What If?
Santa’s a Sham and Tucker Does Everything Better
I bitch at Tucker a lot. I realize this, he realizes this but doesn’t complain about it too often. He’s not henpecked or anything…mostly he just listens and files it away for future bitch sessions at me. My all-time favorite thing to bitch at Tucker about it how he’s better at everything than me. Correction.… Continue reading Santa’s a Sham and Tucker Does Everything Better
My Basket
Any blogging “expert” will tell you that the key to blogging “success” is to write and write often. Based on my performance recently, I suppose I’m on the fast track to blogging failure. It’s just that right now, I feel like I have this basket [mine’s one of those old timey wicker affairs that I… Continue reading My Basket
The Mirror and Time
Mirrors are scary things. If you drank a bit too much the night before, you definitely don’t want to see the scary ass reflection that will be staring back at you the next day. Then, there’s that whole Bloody Mary thing and do I even need to describe that game to anyone? Who didn’t play… Continue reading The Mirror and Time
A Nap and a Steak
Pretty much the only New Year’s Resolution that I remember for this year was that I was going to use this website to better track my moods. There are a couple of problems with that. First, I have a very, very hard time writing when I’m feeling “low”. In a way, I guess I could… Continue reading A Nap and a Steak
The Porn Drawer
“You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead — your next stop, the Twilight Zone.” We bought our “truck” – that’s what we call our SUV – back in 2004.… Continue reading The Porn Drawer
They Must Have Switched Places
Today, the day of Oliver’s make-up one year doctor’s appointment, Oliver decided to have a psychological break. Actually, I think that he and his sister did one of those crazy changaroo things like in that horrible movie with Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis where they switch places and all types of zaniness ensues. You… Continue reading They Must Have Switched Places
Mandatory Fun
When I was little – four or five maybe – I would guilt my dad into renting a hotel room at the local Holiday Inn so that I could go swimming in the Holidome[!!!] – you can’t write “Holidome” without including several exclamation points. The hotel was a good distraction from staying out in the… Continue reading Mandatory Fun
Johann – A Working Title
This is totally a work in progress. I was on my way somewhere else with this and somehow ended up here. Read it if you want but don’t be too mean with your comments. This is the really shitty draft before the shitty first draft. I just had to get it down so I wouldn’t… Continue reading Johann – A Working Title
Mania and a Pat on My Back
I am MAKING myself write. Just writing that made me feel all tired and stuff. All day, I’ve had wonderful, prize winning posts floating around in my head and now that I sit down to actually write something, I just want to close the tab. I have it on very good authority that I’m manic… Continue reading Mania and a Pat on My Back