Potty training our eight year old special needs son is, if nothing else, a testament to that age old saying “if it doesn’t kill you it only makes you want to kill yourself.” We try to keep our chins up and our hands covered in latex at all times. Also, we try to ignore the…
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We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program…
to bring you a giant dose of Adorable! I just found this photo yesterday, in a giant stack of forgotten pictures, and OMG! Warning: Viewing the photo below may result in a warm and fuzzy feeling; also, you may experience a sudden flood of giddiness and joy. It’s Monchichi, circa Fall of 2002.…
Tennis, Anyone?
I’ve never been one of those moms who pushes her kids into a hobby or sport and then expects them to master said activity for the sole purpose of competing at the highest level, eventually becoming filthy rich and/or famous. Oh sure, the majority of us want our kids to be healthy, happy, and be…
Carboholism: Is There A Genetic Link? A Case Study.
Subject 1 (Mother) is preparing to indulge in an overflowing bowl of noodles. Subject 2 (Son) Displays similar noodle gathering tendencies. Subject 1 shoveling copious amounts of spaghetti noodles into her mouth. Subject 2 appears to be displaying the same shoveling tactics as Subject 1. Subject 1 shamelessly gorging.…
The Perspective Project
Life.Yep.Here it is.Happening.And aside from the usual stuff, like breathingand eatingand paying bills,Our lives are made up ofa seriesofperspectives. We get themby experiencingLovePainFear LossTriumphand ultimately, our lives aredefined by how we see thingsand what they mean to us.So I’m embarking on a little something I’ve dubbed The Perspective Project (sounds all fancy and important, doesn’t…
Screwed.
Some people don’t trust the IRS or their next door neighbor or their significant other. I don’t trust my body. I wait in earnest, each day, for it to fail me. Holding my breathe in anticipation, a flicker of pain, a persistent twitch, an unwelcome jolt of Something Is Wrong I notice. Each. and Every.…
What’s Next? A Home Cooked Meal and Warm Slippers? Geesh.
The other day my husband mentioned that he missed seeing me all dressed up. His exact words were, “I miss seeing you all dressed up.” I think he’s trying to tell me something. This blatant disregard for my feelings can only mean one of two things: He doesn’t love me anymore or He’s developed a…