I am sick. With all the gunk gagging me as it pours down my throat, you wouldn’t think my head would feel like it is going to explode from the pressure. I need a day or two in bed. I’ll be lucky if I get an hour without Evan attached or wailing since the swing died yesterday […]
I wouldn’t whine and complain about Daylight Savings so much if I got new underwear every year.
“I wish I could tie shoes, but I’m just a little girl who doesn’t know anything.”
It feels as if we are marinating in gloom in this house. It’s too cold to open the windows or go anywhere. I hope tomorrow is warmer and sunnier so that we can breathe fresh, clean air again.
This software is cute but what I really need is a teen tracker to keep up with their mood swings and rapidly changing interests.Â
Apparently my blog about poop, toys and dirty laundry is actually a gambling site and is blocked by Websense. I’ll give you some inside info to help you choose your bets. Don’t bet on the laundry ever being caught up completely. The odds of a tantrum, tears, silliness, crayons on anything other than paper and […]
Time to mail the disposable razors to VH1. Â Update:Â I had no idea it was such a popular song.
   I love Flickr. Sarah and I escaped for an hour last night to Super Suppers and she (gasp) was pleasant, funny and wonderful! We haven’t tried any of the food yet but I had so much fun with Sarah that it doesn’t matter if it tastes terrible (it won’t though). I hope I can do this again […]
Evan didn’t cry when you took his blood sample because you “hurt his feelings”. He cried because you hurt his chubby little toe with real, honest to goodness physical pain. If you can’t be honest with your patients, at least be honest with yourself. B**ch. Cathy
“Moooooom, I’m done.”