I may have mentioned recently how much I love this kid. She’s a standard on the “what I am thankful for” list. And one of the best things about her is that she is solidly and completely HER. The very Sprout-ness of her. She does her own thing, she is her own girl. She was […]
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful. – Buddha Gotta love that […]
There are certain words I am cool with using to describe myself. Brunette. Mom. Daughter. Super awesome cool chick. Domestic goddess. Maybe writer. But I don’t like using that D word. I am not comfortable with describing myself in terms of what I am not. No longer a child. Never tall. Not athletic. No longer […]
The days are long, but the years are short. – Gretchen Rubin Yesterday I took Sprout to the Rite Aid to get stuff to build acrylic nails. Not because she wanted long nails, but because she had cracked a nail on her “fret hand” and was worried about her ability to play guitar in her […]
Tater is home sick today. His eyes hurt. (How awesome is that picture??) I am unclear on whether this is the precursor to actual sickness, or some sort of headache, or code for “I need a mental health day.” Regardless, he is home. Watching Phineas & Ferb (which is apparently more soothing to the eyes […]
Checking the mail is a small bright spot in my day. It is unclear why I enjoy it so much – Publisher’s Clearing House isn’t sending me a lot of checks. The daily haul is usually a few catalogs I can’t afford to look at and some bills I’d rather not pay. But I still […]
My darling son wrote me a lovely letter for Mother’s Day. I love that kid. (I love his sister, too – she made me a beautiful sculpture of a flower out of a bar of Ivory Soap). The content of his letter was (and I apologize to him in advance if sharing this is inappropriate): […]
I started to tell you the dripping shower saga a few weeks ago. Last weekend, I broke down and called in the big guns. No, not the plumber. My Dad. He brought tools and a plan. Gotta love a man with a plan. And tools. His plan: Use a Dremel tool to grind a new […]
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