by Mir | Oct 5, 2011 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
We don’t see Chickadee very much, lately. Between band and other activities—not to mention her strong desire to get as far away from her embarrassing parents as possible—I feel like I’m lucky to get five minutes with her in a day. The bad news...
by Mir | Oct 4, 2011 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!
It’s Tuesday, so that means I’m over at Off Our Chests today. And—fair warning—today’s post isn’t for those of delicate constitution where saying the names of body parts is somehow alarming. I don’t spend a lot of time...
by Mir | Oct 3, 2011 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", What do I do all day?
So, um, I never quite know what to say after a post where I’ve worry-vomited all over the keyboard and the majority of you are so sweet and kind about it, holding back my hair and assuring me that it’s okay. I want to follow it up with OH HEY FALSE ALARM,...
by Mir | Sep 30, 2011 | Aspi(e)rations/AD(D)orations, My name is Grumplestiltskin
Yesterday everyone got home late and we had take-out for dinner and I was scrambling to put out everything we needed, and I opened the silverware drawer and stopped short. For some reason, the last time Otto unloaded the dishwasher, he decided that our silverware...
by Mir | Sep 28, 2011 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Once upon a time, in a land long ago and far away (okay, fine, it was here, and it was last May; I may be exaggerating just a little, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?), my darling, sweet, beautiful, talented daughter signed up to be in the marching band this year. And lo it was...
