automated terror

Last night we took our lovely family, charming children, intimidating mob to a bookstore for some free music. While there, I took my children to the bathroom about ten zillion a dozen times.  Amy’s first visit, she shifted her weight slightly and the automatic sensors must have decided she had gotten up since she is […]

there’s a little yellow pill

I need out of the house.  I am losing my mind.  I am tired of being pooped, peed and spit upon.  I am tired of the children messing up faster than I can clean so that I never, ever make any progress.  I am tired of being too busy dealing with spills and other people’s […]

alert the media

Doug is actually mowing the yard! I may need medical care for the shock and surprise of seeing this event taking place. Update – Never mind. Doug got stung by a yellow jacket and the yardwork is now cancelled. Update again -  He read this post, growled and went back outside.  Maybe I should post […]

Amy says

“Dad, you need to sell our car to the gypsies cause it’s broken.” I’m thinking I should say that expression less. 

attention attractive females

Apparently, if you are an attractive female, you can rear-end my father’s car, ding his door and pretty much get away with anything.  “It’s ok.  I’m fine.  Don’t worry about the car.”  If I find a pretty nurse to put up with his antics, will he complain less and behave?

bad choices

I caught a brief glimpse of a tv program about foster care last night. I turned the tv off and continued cleaning. I know the problems already. I contributed to the mess when I worked. Appalachistan lives and fights the good fight daily. More than four years have passed since I made two particularly bad […]

haircut = growing up

Amy’s hair has never been cut. Since she was nearly bald for the first two years of her life, it just wasn’t an issue. She took so long to get hair that when it finally started growing, we didn’t dare trim it. Since she has my frizzy curls and Doug’s kinky curls, it is a […]

are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

Never in my wildest maternal dreams, did I imagine a day when all of my children and their friends would be sitting together, giggling and making commentary while watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  “They don’t have any horses.  That’s silly.”