by Mir | Dec 4, 2008 | Ottomatic For the People
I have a thing about birthdays. The whys and wherefores and traumas—real or imagined—therein are not important right now, but for many years, I hated birthdays. I tried to ignore my own, and my uncomfortable attempts to celebrate on others’ special...
by Mir | Dec 2, 2008 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
My fridge runneth over. Well, that’s not entirely true; it runneth over less than it did a few days ago. We’re doing a pretty good job of working through the leftovers, and I’ve already made several things OUT of the leftovers, and this week’s...
by Mir | Dec 1, 2008 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
A friend emailed me this morning and basically said that if I was still sick, I should just forget about blogging today and rest, instead. I would love to do that, but I’m at sort of a critical juncture, here. While I’m not entirely well, I’m not...
by Mir | Nov 29, 2008 | Health is overrated, It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
So we were just finishing up dinner on Thanksgiving when I gazed lovingly across the table at my two favorite men. Otto was still working on his mashed potatoes, but Monkey was staring off into space. And his plate was still full. “Hey, buddy,” I said....
by Mir | Nov 27, 2008 | Woohoo!
Good friends, good food, rotten but lovable children, and a husband who is not only damn cute, he did ALL the dishes—even though we used the china and the silver and it all had to be hand-washed. If THAT isn’t the epitome of a home full of love (and...
