10. When you call your hostess to ask what you should bring to dinner and she suggests a side dish, you show up with a half empty bottle of homemade vodka and a box of Chicken in a Biskit. 9. You use words like “me, mine, I, my, and myself” when asking how everyone else is doing, i.e, “I am myself curious…
A Not So Private Anniversary Note
Oh Honey!Where do I begin? Here I lay wedged between two boyswhile you slumber away on a twin mattress belowa compromise, you say, until I get off my hiney and implement a viable solution to what has clearly become a standoff(I think we are losing) Not necessarily romantic but such is our life togetheras we take turnslaughingcryingfalling apartreaching…
Father/Son Time Can Suck It
So, Andrew and I are on our own this weekend.Ian and Mikey are spending the next four days at Joshua Tree. Mikey calls it “an annual bonding trip for boys and their dads.”I call it Kidnapping. Though, as far as going against your will goes, Ian was less “help me mommy, please save me from…
Good Things Come to Those Who Wait
It’s official.I am Mrs. Jo Ashline. It only took nine years, but today was the day I finally made the five mile trek down to our local Social Security office and legally changed my last name. I’ve been using “Ashline” on everything since we first entered into wedded bliss on November 24, 2001, but each year as…
The Truth Hurts
I’ve written many times about the emptiness I feel when I watch Andrew head off to school in the early morning hours, the melancholy that comes over me as I strap him into his seat and kiss the top of his unruly curls. His weekday departures often leave me in tears and feeling helpless as he…
A Picture Worth the Pain it Brings
There is a photo that hangs in her bedroom tucked in a frame she bought when she still shopped at walmart It sits there against the calm of the forest green wall the color chosen by her husband a man willing to paint the walls hot pink if she so desires She walks by this photo…
Doing My Best. One Flush at a Time.
I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve been pretty manic depressed off my game the last few weeks. It’s been hard to maintain any semblence of personal hygeine let alone blog, so, if you’ve stuck around during my selfish bouts of silence and subpar posts here and there, you need to get a life. And thank you. Between trying to come…