by Mir | Aug 8, 2004 | Detritus
After church today, the kids and I are taking a road trip to meet up with the Jilbur family, who are on vacation not too far from here. I have long thought that it was potentially dangerous for Jilbur and I to be allowed to gab freely for a few hours. During more than...
by Mir | Aug 7, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
I may have mentioned before that I often suffer guilt over being the “utilitarian” parent, and not doing many wheeeee-happy fun things with the kids…? Oh, did you miss that particular self-deprecating obsession somewhere, perhaps, in the midst of my...
by Mir | Aug 6, 2004 | Detritus
How is it possible that so many of you have left comments asking me what the heck boondoggle is? Did none of you ever go to summer camp? So. It’s Friday night, and I hear that lots of folks go out and do stuff with other people at times like these. But me?...
by Mir | Aug 6, 2004 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
This entry is for the second Blogging For Books contest over at The Zero Boss. This month the topic is servitude, with the directive to write about the best or worst experience you’ve had working for someone else. I held my first non-babysitting job at the...
by Mir | Aug 6, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
So Chickadee was injured at the Foosball table on the first day of camp. On the third day, the same boy came over and started hassling her while I was standing right there (that one has a bright future, lemme tell ya) and I was able to scare him off. This morning (day...
