What have you been putting off doing? Why? I'm one of those people who rely heavily on "to do" lists to maintain my sanity. I have lists for work, I have lists for home. I have "today to do" lists and lists geared towards future goals. I find deep satisfaction in crossing off a task …
7 inches. 7 heavy, penetrating, soft, dreamlike inches of... SNOW! (What did you think I was talking about, pervert?) I don't mind being cold. As long as there is snow. I don't mind the overcast, dreary days of winter. As long as there is snow. I don't mind being stuck at home because of the …
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 …
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 …
When my husband and I constructed a home bar in our finished basement, we thought we were creating a place of occasional relaxation and adult escape. We didn't realize that we were installing a conscience as well. Workout completed, dinner finished, lunches packed, basketball practice done, homework complied with, nighttime stories read, the kids tucked into bed, kitchen …
I was recently prompted with a question: What does it mean to be a good parent? In my opinion, and simply put, scraping peanut butter off of toast. Every morning before work, I brew my coffee, get out my vitamins, and prepare my breakfast. I then wake up my youngest daughter and start getting her ready …
This is "Spirit Week" at Kenzie's Daycare. Why in the hell a daycare needs spirit, I don't know. I am fairly certain that the six-month olds don't give a shit if their room's mismatched outfits are better than the toddler room's mismatched outfits. It's bad enough they send home these freaking "homework assignments" once a month. It's not like I …
It was Easter time, two years ago in the Land of Guam, when I happened upon her. She was beautiful; her pink and white fur gleamed, and her two black eyes were like bits of polished onyx under the fluorescent lighting. Her shirt bore the embroidered message “hug me”. Awwww. She was the most aesthetically …
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