Scoff, All Ye Northerners.

I decided to take the week off since the entire world is on vacation anyway.  I mean, when the 4th falls on a Wednesday, the lucky people are gone the first half of the week, the luckier people are gone the second half of the week, and the luckiest people are gone all week.  So […]

How It Feels to be Hated By a Celebrity.

Wednesday night on Twitter, I broke my silence about this deeply painful issue when I told my friend Trina all about my shame and sorrow.  So I decided that since it was already out there, I might as well admit it here. I’ve been blocked on Twitter by Travel Channel star Adam Richman. Meaning that […]

The Great Flush.

It took a week for this story to become untraumatic enough to share.  A week and at least ten hot, scalding showers. Finally, at five and a half, I am starting to do “rest time” instead of nap time with Ali.  Sometimes, mind you. After the first day, she told me she’d rather have nap […]

A Draw Something Miracle.

After bearing great waves of shame in my Draw Something Tell-All post, I quit playing for a couple of weeks.  I just couldn’t bring myself to draw any more of my frighteningly appalling Works of Shame. …Then I attempted to play again, hoping for a miracle in the form of spontaneous artistic giftedness. That miracle […]

What Happens in the Bank…

I’ve had to do a lot of banking lately. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m an accountant during naptimes.  And so I’ve recently needed to open up a few new accounts for a business. Unfortunately, a stay-at-home-Mom cannot go into a bank branch during naptime.  So one has to take their two children along with them […]

The Artistic Train Wreck.

My Dad is an artist. Well, he’s kinda everything.  He’s an artist, writer, antique car restorer, race car builder, car mechanic, race-around-the-world navigator, ex-cop, chicken coop designer, beekeeper, home builder, Le Mans Series Race Tech Inspector, woodworker, ADA Surveyor Consultant, and inventor. (What he is not, for the record, is an Excel Pro.  At least […]

Marital Relics.

Eleven Years. Eleven years* seems so much more than ten years – ten years is a nice, neat, clean decade.  But eleven years – that’s, like, more. So it got me thinking: what is left from our wedding? We’ve moved twice, and bought four vehicles, and created two humans from scratch in those eleven years […]

On A Completely Unrelated Note.

A week after the Escapee Mailbox incident, I heard the sound again. clank-a-roll-a-clank-a-roll-clank-a-roll Oddly enough, I actually didn’t recognize it at first. I peered out of my blinds, and then remembered as I watched our postlady chase our mailbox down the street yet again. But this time, she slammed it back into place with a […]

The Blog Post That Never Was.

Disclaimer: Not for the faint of heart.  Or men.  In fact, I don’t recommend reading this post at all.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I have finally completed the weaning process. This was harder than I expected – not for Noah, but for me.  The reality that he is most likely my last child […]

Celebrating Five With Tradition.

All holidays and birthdays in my family are opportunities to re-tell the same embarrassing stories over and over again. And they always seem to be about me. (Did my brothers never do anything story-worthy?!?) And despite the ridiculous repetition of these stories, someone always inexplicably acts like they haven’t heard it before so that it […]