So as not to leave a cryptic, whoa-is-me post and disappear for days/weeks/months on end, I thought I would share my medical findings… I am a delicate flower. My blood tests came back good. Other than an extremely low alkaline phosphatase level and a high allergy response number (duh), there was nothing that concerned my doctor. My allergen … More I Am a Flower…
I had to work late tonight, our kitchen is a construction zone due to new countertops being installed, and I just didn’t feel like making an effort. In my book, that’s what I call a trifecta: we were getting take out for dinner. After picking up our Subway sandwiches, I mentioned to the kids how although … More Our Mayor Wears a Dressing Gown
Last Thursday, my son’s summer baseball season ended with a great big championship game win and a story for you, my dear readers. Back when Jameson’s baseball season started, I noticed one of the other mothers sitting by herself during one of the practices. Her lawn chair was parked away from all of the other parents and she seemed … More A Baseball Named Karma
It’s a winner! Okay, not a winner-winner, per say. But, out of over 4,200 short stories, only 625 advanced to the second round. And that, my dear readers, is a win in my book. Recently, I participated in the NYC Midnight Short Story contest. For those of you who are not familiar, NYC Midnight provides … More The Adventures of Taryn and Callie
I am a terrible chicken mother. Two weekends ago, our family brought home 13 chicks from the local farm and feed store. We’ve raised chickens before but haven’t for the past couple of years. To be honest, raising chickens from chicks is a royal pain in the ass. We swore up and down that we would never cross … More Bad Chicken Mother – Shut Yo Mouth!
Who cares? I have asked myself that question every single time I have sat down to write a blog post, for almost a year now. Seriously, I have like 12 drafts in WordPress-land that will never see the light of day. I’ve been struggling, friends and fellow bloggers. It’s been brutal. Growing up, and even into … More Who Cares?
Anyone who lives with a 6-year old knows that life can be very… entertaining. Every day, I happen upon the strangest things. Sometimes I can put two and two together and figure out Mackenzie’s thought processes. Other times, these discoveries take a little explanation. The following photos and phrases were captured in the span of a week. 1.) I was … More Life, Through the Eyes of a Six Year Old
Oh buddy… my little guy has struck again. For those of you tuning in late to this program already in progress, my son Jameson has quite a way with words. His literary faux pas are sometimes hilarious; if you enjoy this latest one, I suggest you take a stroll through the Jameson-isms category of this … More Wearing a Loincloth to P.E.
Dear Mr./Ms. ‘1st Grade Teacher’: I changed my daughter’s name today. My daughter, Mackenzie, will now be known as ‘M’. Has a nice ring to it, huh? Eh, not my first choice either, but it was either change her name or set the poor girl up for failure before she even starts the 1st grade. School … More An Open Letter to My Daughter’s New Teacher
Two months ago, Pinky ran away for the first time. My five-year old daughter was heartbroken. How could her best friend of over four years just up and leave without any explanation? There was no goodbye note, no hints that the little pink cat was unhappy. One day she was there, and the next she … More Pinky: The World Explorer
