The day I decide to make a crock pot full of spaghetti sauce the weather turns out sunny and 80 degrees. Having to turn on the air conditioner in mid-November is still better than living up north.

Sarah is finally on her way to Dauphin Island, Alabama. Since Knox County schools has dissolved the TAG program to cut costs, this will be the last year that a small group of students and teachers get to spend a week at an active weather station.

Doug’s camera is down today, so I’m going to run around without my pants, singing a SpongeBob song.

The first episode of The Boondocks was more interesting than funny. Last night’s episode was funny AND interesting. I can’t deny that I feel uncomfortable with a specific racial slur that the cartoon uses, a lot. I love my father with all my heart but he is quite racist (and sexist, but that’s a story […]

I want pie. Or Phish Food. 

Mothering a young teen daughter is like some bizarre Freudian therapy. Mother, watch thy daughter acting like you and try to avoid repeating history. Daughter, try to avoid becoming thy mother.

Sarah is still angry with me. She wrote some ugly notes to express her anger. Should be a fun weekend.

I feel like everything I did today was undone ten-fold by Amy. I am completely frustrated. I can’t have a tantrum in front of the children so I may just hide in the bathroom and cry. Maybe I should just raid the Halloween leftovers.

I want coordinating Christmas stockings for our family. This weekend I am going to find 7 different fabrics and next week I will cut them out while Amy is at school. I just can’t decide if I should machine stitch them on the inside or serge them on the outside with a contrasting thread color. […]

Are they seriously suggesting that the next time Amy skins her knee, I should squirt some milk on her injury?