My top ten words for this Nearly Wordless Wednesday — not to be confused with Wordless Wednesday since I’m incapable of being wordless on any day of the week — are (you know, in case you were wondering, and waiting, and thinking perhaps that you, too, might feel some ridiculous remote affinity to me): mundane…
Year: 2008
Does My Rear Look Big Like This?
The Yackstar has to be nearly twelve. I should know, but I don’t, and each time I wonder, I have to count. That wouldn’t be easy either, but the day I use is the one I met with the RTR’s principal. He was going to be in the first grade, and I was going to…
Yeah? So — what of it?
Last week, one of the bloggers I’ve come across in foodland wrote a post inquiring about what readers like or don’t like in a blog. Although I always enjoy this particular person’s posts because she’s extremely smart, very opinionated, and an excellent writer, they’re unusual in that they aren’t always about recipes and food porn…
Babysitting 101? Not.
Your husband asks you if it’s okay that a nephew comes to stay for a few hours one night while his family is out on the town. You say, “of course,” because how difficult is it to watch a 5-year-old? After all, you’ve raised three boys of your own, and taught countless children. Right? You:…
You, Too, Can Organize and Decorate with Teens
The Resident Teen Rocker turned 16 while we were in Italy last month. Other than giving him a card that had our family’s required elements of butts, farting, or both, and singing Happy Birthday as horribly as we pridefully aim to, he didn’t have a candle to blow out. Now that I think of it,…
I don’t think my neighbor wants cake
I pour cold creamer into my second cup of coffee and set it in the microwave to heat, pushing in my usual 45 seconds. The beeps seem loud in the early morning quiet and I wonder if my neighbor can hear them through the windows that will stay open well into the fall. I’m a…