Next in my parade of guest posters while I sit on the beach and burn myself to a crisp, we have Kim, of Baby Feet. Like Kim, I have no idea how we ended up following each other, but I’ve found her truthful, uplifting, delightful, insightful, and beautiful. What gets me about this post is… Continue reading Guest Post: I Know An Old Lady: A True Story.
Guest Post: The Attractiveness of a Man Caught in the Act (or where I blush at the thought of a hot mother finding me hot)
I fancy myself a decent writer. I may not think I’m great (except when I’m having a truly manic moment, and despite my outward nature, those moments are few & far between), but I feel that I have a conversational style that is easy to read. In short, I think I’m fun to read (because… Continue reading Guest Post: The Attractiveness of a Man Caught in the Act (or where I blush at the thought of a hot mother finding me hot)
Where I contain my giddiness
So, I really mean to post here, often. But, I seldom do. Work, and family, and music, and that stupid need to sleep, get in the way. The next two weeks, everything changes. For the first time in my life, I’m taking two consecutive weeks of vacation. When I started this job, I made them… Continue reading Where I contain my giddiness
Where I blather on about my love of running
So, I finally got back into the swing of things this past weekend. Well, I’d been working out when I could, but I haven’t been running, at all. Time had been truly precious around here, so I’ve been doing the 30-minute circuit at Planet Fitness over lunch . . . it gets my heart rate… Continue reading Where I blather on about my love of running
Where I contemplate the zombie infestation
By this point, it should not be a surprise that I enjoy a horror movie or seven. My perfect night may well include a few bottles of a good chianti, my ass in my “comfy chair,” and George Romero movies on repeat1. So, when my friend Lindsay, who is always trying to get me to… Continue reading Where I contemplate the zombie infestation
Where I guest post at @babe_chilla’s place
Because I’m powerless to turn down a guest-post invite from a lustrous blog-mistress, check out Moms have Super Powers.
Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”
When I close my eyes, I can swear I hear Patsy Cline’s singing. Every now & then I post about my schedule, and people claim that they wish that they had my energy, or that they don’t understand how I do everything I do. Then there are spells like what I’m going through. This weekend… Continue reading Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”
Where I reminisce about my grand-dad while thinking about the opera
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about my grandfather lately. Maybe it’s because it was recently father’s day. Maybe it’s because I really think he’d get a kick out of holding my children. Maybe it’s because of recent conversations where we cherish each & every old picture from our grandparents . . .… Continue reading Where I reminisce about my grand-dad while thinking about the opera
Where earrings are swallowed and barbaric yawlps are heard
I’m cross-posting this over at Seriously, We’re Parents? because I can 🙂 It had been a very, very long day. For the most part, the kids had been good – they woke up in a foreign house (we spent Saturday night in northern Virginia with friends), spent several hours in the car, got fun &… Continue reading Where earrings are swallowed and barbaric yawlps are heard
Where I explain why one bedroom window almost always stays closed
In short, this is probably all my friend Joan’s fault. Several years ago, a friend of mine from college called me to say that she had a new cat. I was skeptical. This friend lived with an ex-girlfriend of mine. She already had a cat. A stereotypical cat . . . it didn’t really like… Continue reading Where I explain why one bedroom window almost always stays closed