Month: January 2009

recycling doesn’t pay

When our trash company added an improved recycling service, we called immediately to get our recycling can and join the program. When the brand new can was delivered at our curb with no directions, I called for more information. The service was incredibly easy and uncomplicated, but it only took one week for us to […]

must. have. window.

My desktop went haywire last week and I spent most of the week relegated to my cell phone during the day and the laptop late at night. Every day I would mentally compose posts and every night I would sit down with the laptop in our bedroom and stare at the blank screen. I would […]

psst, wanna buy some cookies?

It’s Girl Scout cookie time. Again. Right on schedule, something else is in the news that threatens to make it even more difficult for girls finance their activities by selling cookies. I won’t give more attention to some of the manufactured drama from the past. Instead, let’s talk toxic peanut butter. I had to go […]

secret confession

I don’t drink milk. I’ll drink milkshakes. I’ll eat cheese. I just won’t drink milk. I quit drinking milk after my first child was born. I didn’t bother trying to understand why I just couldn’t bring myself to drink it any more. I just stopped drinking milk. Eighteen years later, I think it just dawned […]

Amy says:

“You may not leave the house. Ever. You should ALWAYS be at home.” Sometimes, she sounds like a little tyrant.

it started with a drip

The sink in the downstairs bath has dripped forever. A few weeks ago, Doug decided to fix the drip. His “fix” was to replace the faucet. This was not a Doug plan that required any input from me. This was barely blue-green on the Doug’s “plan” scale. When he decided that the pipes underneath the […]

smells like . . . oatmeal

Tommy: “Mom, can you get by the co-op this week?” Me: “Umm, why? Do you need something?” Tommy: “Yeah, my dorm room gets really stinky, so I want some horse feed to leave out in a bowl to make the room smell good. Not the cheap feed though. The good stuff that smells so fresh.” […]