Dude, I was NOT KIDDING when I said if you come over and help me pack, you get to leave with fabulous prizes. Today Otto's brother Wild Thing came over and did an amazing impression of the Tazmanian Devil in my basement; what I'd feared would take us well into the night to pack was DONE before dinner. His stipulation before coming over was that he get to leave with his pick of three things. We'd agreed, of course. He ended up with 6, I believe, or even more if you count that I made him take the remainder of the Easter mix candy I had floating around here. A friend from church came (twice!)...
I'm not sure how to write about this, and I'll tell you right now that I have no idea how it ends. This is about a dear friend of mine, someone who has seen me at my best and seen me at my worst. Someone who has been a part of my life for years and watched my kids and held my hand through my divorce and offered to kick Otto's ass when he broke my heart years ago and was amongst the first to celebrate when we got back together. This is about someone who is going to be very angry at me for a long time, most likely. The background, the history... it really doesn't matter. I have had concerns...
The following all-points bulletin has been issued for the New England states: Earlier today a beloved mother of seven disappeared from her home after a series of instant messaging exchanges. Police have been able to recover only small pieces of this communication, and can't make heads nor tails of the messages within or determine with whom the vanished woman was speaking. The only clues they've extracted include these snippets: enough family time TWO WEEKS! packing heeeeeeeeelp liquor? Concerned citizens should be on the lookout for a petite woman in a minivan who appears somewhat robotic....
Hey, guess what! My house didn't sell this weekend, and today after church we pretty much did... nothing. That leaves slim pickings for posting, really. Let's see. Possible topics for tonight include: 1) Whining about the fact that my house hasn't sold yet; 2) Rambling on and on about the joys of a day at home where I spend the entire day sniping at the children to PICK UP PICK UP and snatching laundry from the dryer and putting it away IMMEDIATELY because the house must be kept clean (see item 1); 3) Pointing out that my acne has apparently not been notified either of the fact that I'm in...
[Note: Today I am fever-free, and it is with renewed zeal that I have decided to LIIIIIIVE! That renewed zeal was somewhat dampened by the phone call requesting a showing of my (germy, dirty) house this very afternoon, but I am verrrrry sloooowwwwwly dragging my pale shell of a self around and cleaning.] Quite a few folks I adore are blogging about Stop Cyberbullying Day, and although I don't think I have anything new or insightful to add, I will say this: There are people behind the shiny screen. Yes! Truly! Actual living, breathing people and not just a 2-dimensional aggravating internet...
So. BlogHer Business '07. I had this awesome post rattling around in my head about the overarching vibe of the conference. I was thinking about it all the long (silent!) drive home, and I was eager to sit down and make sense of it and communicate to you all just how different and awesome it was. Not that this past summer's BlogHer in San Jose wasn't also great, because it was, but some of the follow-on from that event was less-than-lovely, and I just don't see that happening this time, for various reasons. I was all set to lay it all out and share with you many epiphanies about what made the...
I last went to New York City about twenty years ago. My father took me there for a weekend; I was still, in my teenage wisdom, planning to become the next Meryl Streep, and needed to go to an audition in Manhattan to secure a spot in a prestigious summer theater program. (I was accepted and went and had a great time and went on to win several Oscars. Well, maybe not that last part.) We ate a lot of good food and I spent a couple of hours sitting slack-jawed with wonder at a Broadway show, and best of all, I had my Daddy to protect me from the vermin of the city. Now I will only have Chris to...
I think there are some people who come into our lives to test us (sometimes to the very limits of our endurance), and some people who come into our lives to love us in a way that humbles us as nothing else can. Both of these are important lessons. Sometimes, you get both in the same person. (Most often in our offspring. Heh.) In the spirit of the new Kind Blog, I've been thinking a lot about who people are to me in my life, and who I want to be to others. Kira gave me this little angel coin in August of 2005, when we descended upon Joshilyn's house for a few days. She brought it to me late...
Your pretty Mir is busy. Deal with it. She is very good at many things. She is an excellent mom. She is a fine cook. She has a wonderfully wry sense of humor. She is occasionally frighteningly bad at Scrabble, but that’s another post entirely. She is fiercely independent, almost to a fault. You fine readers, you know she’s had a rough couple of weeks. The start of the school year was supposed to allow her to get back to a “normal†schedule – get the kidlets up and off to school, then write furiously until mid-afternoon and be able to spend the latter part of the day with them....
