As I tucked the edges of the blanket that would soon be kicked to the floor under Sawyer, he asked me to lean close so that he could tell me something important. I tilted my head and put my ear near his face. Sawyer popped his arms out of the blanket cocoon and turned my […]
I frequently get ribbed about the Achilles heel in my love of tech. I am not ashamed to admit that I still use a paper agenda. Every year when it gets close to new agenda time, I try out a few online planners. Every year, I retreat back to the comfort of my paper planner. […]
Did I ever mention that we had the house to ourselves for two full hours this weekend and we slept the entire time? Oh. Well then… nevermind.
I used to say that the most unsatisfying ending for Fringe would be the entire story taking place in an institutionalized Walter’s head. I have changed my mind. The most unsatisfying ending would be Walter having a Venture Industries warehouse full of giant test tubes.
If you watched a giant, brown recluse looking spider crawl deep into the dirty laundry that you just put in the washing machine, would you: A. Empty the washer and remove the spider so that your clean laundry isn’t covered in spider bits OR B. Slam the lid and run the wash so that you […]
Walter’s records are a character with dialogue on Fringe. I sat down to throw together (and gift myself) a quick iMix of the perfectly chosen music for Walter, but that feature seems to have vanished from iTunes. Although most of the classical pieces are placeholders while I choose my favorite version, here is my still […]
Our house is filled with people. Most nights, we sleep to the soundtrack of Stacheman’s gaming that is so loud, it sounds like it is in our bedroom. Once in a blue moon, Doug and I have the house to ourselves for a few hours. It isn’t just an extremely rare occurrence. It’s something that […]
Part one: Sometime between midnight and two in the morning, Sawyer crawls in our bed to snuggle, twirl and steal blankets. It’s something he has always done. The only change in this routine is that for the past year, instead of immediately crawling between us, he stands beside sleeping Dad and softly whispers, “Can I […]