The German Shepherd of Death Next Door (Presidential Breed)
(So this is not really a German Shepherd. But it is a dog. Work with me here.) When I was a kid we spent about […]
Life
Hello, Mr. Hashimoto? I’ve Got Something That Belongs To You
So I had some blood drawn a little while back and sent off to a laboratory to see if there was anything funky hanging out […]
Lord Baden-Powell and Me, We’re like THIS
I don't get scouting. Like, my little artsy-fartsy-Air-Force-bratsy-theater-girl-StayAtHomeMomma-WeirdFashionista-TravelerWoman-WriterChick-Who-Used-to-Dance brain cannot wrap itself around the whole Boy Scout-thing. Particularly Webelos. *collective gasp from Badan-Powell aficionados and […]
In Search of a Left Brain
Frits – www.hikingartist.com My storage room is a swirling vortex of doom. As is my closet. And my office. And my office closet. My kids' […]
Bugs. Spiders. Death to Them.
My last house–which was not in my current homey Mayberry-esque town– was, I think, built on an old Indian cricket graveyard. We moved into our […]
My Parenting Understudy
You know what's sad? It's when your college kid comes back home for a semester and does a better job parenting her siblings than you do. […]
Ummmm So. A Bit Non-Post-y Here Today. Wanna Be My Therapist?
Doodz. Huz got back from China on Friday. I spent the day running like the proverbial chicken Saturday. Threw my back out Sunday. Guests coming […]
Nosy Machines Are Turning Me Into An Introvert.
I used to be an extrovert. Yeah yeah, stop snorting, all y'all dudes and dudettes who know me. It's true. I USED to be an […]
Contracting Fall-itis. It’s the Pencil’s Fault.
I need someone to tell me what it is about pencils and pens and protractors and spiral notebooks and cute little locker magnets, and glue […]
Not Getting Arrested While Picking Peaches
Have you ever tried picking peaches in the dark? With a flashlight? Without getting arrested? Because it's not your house? Me neither. Okay, I'm lying. […]