There are things I really, really love about living in a college town. We have a variety of delicious foods, for one thing. And music and arts and stuff like that. Also, college students are shiny and happy and young and peppy, and most of the time that makes for a pleasant day, what with all of that exuberant youth around. Sure, I'm going to go off, occasionally, on the preponderance of flip-flops or on whether or not it's TRULY necessary for you to be staggering around drunk when I am merely trying to take my kids out for a bowl of noodles or about how SOME THINGS ARE BEST LEFT TO THE...
Regular readers of this site have developed quite an affection for my father, who often leaves comments so funny that he totally upstages me. Even now, he's still badgering me about that damn pony, and my suggestion that adding "clean up pony poop in the yard" to his to-do list would be less than thrilling will not dissuade him from the notion that HE DESERVES A PRIZE. And you know, he probably does. So here we go, people. Today is your day to love on my dad. I'm going to tell you some important things about him, starting with the fact that today is his birthday. (And no, I STILL haven't...
There have been a few times in the last six months or so when I've loaded up the washing machine with clothing and have later walked past the laundry area (it's sort of a closet off of the kitchen) and stepped in some water. This is bad, because I never wear shoes in the house and it makes my sock all soppy. Oh, I guess it's also bad because it would appear that the washing machine has a leak. EXCEPT! Except it doesn't always do it. And it's never a HUGE amount of water. Just every now and then---just often enough to drive a sane person crazy, what with the wondering if THIS TIME, IS IT...
Happy new year! I hope you had an awesome night of revelry for New Year's Eve, preferably one that included a stupid hat. I did not have a stupid hat, but fortunately my hair is stupid enough without one. We partied like it was 2008, though. Hooboy. We were in bed by 12:15. WOO! Anyway, yesterday we arrived here at my dad and stepmom's house. This marks the final leg of our little tour. Although this isn't the house where I grew up, this is the house where I feel most at home and revert to my most obnoxious behavior (though Otto might insist I'm plenty obnoxious at home, in which case I...
We are in upstate New York, and after passing a lovely evening with friends we retired for the night. When I got up this morning and peeked outside, everything was covered with a horrible, fluffy white substance. Somewhere in the back of my mind there is a vague sense of recognizing what it is, but I believe I am repressing the memory because it's so painful. This morning was the first time I said the phrase "home to Georgia;" as in, "I cannot wait to get home to Georgia where PIECES OF ICE DO NOT FALL FROM THE SKY."
Good morning! I hope your Christmas was completely awesome. Mine was, except today I am realizing that a few days of not enough sleep + eating whatever looks good + sure, I'll have another glass of wine + oh yes, more coffee, please = my body begging for mercy. I wisely processed this confluence of circumstances as I woke up this morning, stretching and rising from the twin bed where Chickadee had slept the night before. (While the kids were here, they slept in twin beds in the spare bedroom while Otto and I slept on the pull-out couch in the living room. Now that the kids have gone to their...
The cot did finally show up at the motel, which was awesome because the kids fell asleep right away. And then there couldn't have been more than three separate incidents of people having loud conversations either out in the hallway or underneath our window during the night. Chickadee was snoring. Monkey talks in his sleep. And Otto still hasn't gone in for the sleep study he really needs to go have, but we have long suspected he has some sleep apnea, and thanks to the other noise, I was awake most of the night listening to him rest oh-so-peacefully (which was not, in fact, peaceful, as it...
Actually, we are not QUITE in Allentown, but we are close; and we are at a motel which rhymes with SUPERGREAT where I have paid an extra $10 for a cot for a certain small boy who would really like to go to bed, but the cot still isn't here, because, well, things are not all that SUPERGREAT here at the SUPERGREAT. We did about 750 miles today. It went smoothly, all things considered, but I don't recommend it, frankly. Best part of the trip so far: Seeing a GINORMOUS pick-up truck (you know the kind---it has double wheels on the back and seems too large to even fit in its lane) and remarking...
Today is Christmas. Yes. YES IT IS. Today is our little family Christmas, because tomorrow we get in the car for two days, and assuming that I allow the children to live until we get back up to New England, after that there will be the Big! Family! Christmas! and then Christmas with their dad and OH MY GOD I haven't even started packing and there is so much to do and the laundry isn't even done and I'm sure I'm forgetting something and tonight we are having Christmas here because I need a brief bit of "just us" time before we go. Also, I refuse to schlep even more presents than necessary....
