Okay. You guys have put up with not one, but two posts about running races in the past two weeks. And I am well aware of how obnoxious runners are to non-runners. I was a staunch non-runner for 32.75 years and had zero intentions of ever becoming a runner and would’ve totally told that joke, […]
Seven Days To Myself.
Oh my goodness, guys. I took an entire week off of writing. Like, I didn’t write a single thing, nor did I think about writing a single thing. (Okay except for a quick giveaway post. But that doesn’t count.) And it was glorious. I mean, I love writing (which is convenient since this is my […]
If My Life Were a Children’s Book.
Friday If you want to get a haircut, you ask your Mother-In-Law to come watch the kids. If your Mother-in-Law comes to watch the kids, your youngest is sure to ham it up and play especially sick. If your youngest hams it up and plays especially sick, she will tell you he didn’t get off […]
Diary of a Tired Mom: If the Shoe Fits.
Thursday night, there was a strange man with a high-beam flashlight walking around my front yard. I never got up to check, nor did I scream for my husband, because I totally assumed that he must be one of Fred the Cat’s dozen or more common-law owners, and he was out looking for Fred to […]
The Unpaved Road to Kid’s Market.
This has been my permanent position this week. Because I’ve begun the process of consigning. For the first time in my life. With eight years of children’s clothes to wash, sort, match, pin, tag, and tape. Take special notice of the container of apple juice on the coffee table, where children have begun to resort […]
Diary of a Tired Mom.
Why is the most overused song lyric in the history of the world “All Night Long”? The phrase spans decades and genres, has been in more songs than the words bae, shawty, and boo combined, and IT IS A LIE. You know what happens all night long? Not what they’re talking about. No. Uh Uh. […]
When Readers Come to Stay.
When it comes to me being a real person (which I am, by the way,) there are several different kinds of blog readers. 1. The Voyeuristic – This blog reader sees me out, watches me while I eat an entire meal, studies my interactions with my family, and then happens to mention two weeks later […]
Returning to Eufaula.
A couple of weekends ago, we returned to Lakepoint State Park in Eufaula, Alabama, because I tend to get antsy in January. After surviving the holidays and both my children’s birthdays, I find myself desperately needing to leave town. Plus, for the last 365 days, my kids have begged me at least once a week […]
Where Shopping is Not A Pleasure.
Editor’s Note: “Buggy” is the correct way to say “shopping cart”. I know that not all of you agree, but I cannot force myself to type shopping cart twenty-four times. That’s exactly 168 more characters than are needed. A character savings that I just lost with this explanation. 1:40pm: Walk through the parking lot of […]
The Panty Incident.
So I was buying panties. That’s how all good stories start, right? I was buying panties, and had just handed them to the store clerk to ring up. She looked down, had a spark of eureka come over her face, and I watched as my future panties lassoed a memory in that cashier’s mind and […]