Last Thursday, Aura and I were upstairs in the home office, packing and preparing for our long-weekend trip to NYC. (Also known as Aura’s First Trip to Manhattan, also known as A NYC Visit Vastly Different from NYC Visits Mommy and Daddy Made Before Becoming a Mommy and a Daddy, also known as Oh How [...]
Thanks to several readers for suggesting this topic. Much better than writing about mulch. I think. ————————————————————————————— “HAHAHAHA,” I cackled. “A girl! Now THAT’S a good one!” Because, honestly, back in 2006, the only way I was having a girl was if the boy I KNEW I was having spontaneously switched genders before being born. [...]
As I may have mentioned before, we have no yard. We have lots of mulch and tons of weedy stuff and a downright precipitous rock cliff in the back, but zip for grass. I doubt this would bother me in the least except for Aura, who is a child and is having a childhood and [...]
Since Friday morning, I’ve been wracking my brain for something to post about, something beyond a rundown of the numbingly boring drivel that became my weekend. But it’s SO MUCH WORK. Here, let me show you Post Ideas #1-3, all of which suck equally. I appreciate such equal suckage, though. It seems to make everything [...]
You know, I had really hoped current pop music would improve after my earlier post on the subject. As luck would have it, industry gurus do not read my blog. However, people searching for “why does Rachel Ray’s voice sound bad” and “waistband of underpants showing” evidently do, so there is that. But! I have [...]
As I was on the phone with my mom earlier this week, I found myself complaining endlessly. I moaned about how Aura needed to poop more, how the rain has been washing pricey mulch down our driveway, how companies are killing the planet by sending me a thousand catalogs a week. I was just ramping up for a good grouse [...]
You know it’s been a pretty lousy 12 hours when your annual exam with the ob/gyn does not qualify as the worst part of the day. Even when you add in the fact that the exam wasn’t performed by your beloved, known-for-her-brevity-and-gentleness nurse practitioner, but instead by a nursing student. As in a person who has only STUDIED [...]
