Silliness

A Fetching Young Man

Photo Temporarily Unavailable One of the many benefits of having a 4-year-old about the house is that you can easily convince them that going outside to fetch the newspaper in the freezing cold is fun!  Later I’m going to show him how the Swiffer works!

Always Real, Christmas, Reruns and Leftovers

The Tree

I’m decking my halls y’all and working on my tree and spreadin’ the sparkly, so today I leave you with this post from December of 2005. * * * * * It is December 3rd, 2005 in the year of our Lord, and I am kicking off the season that celebrates His birth by standing on the top step of an 8-foot-ladder, where there is a sticker that reads “Only An Idiot Would Stand Here.” And for those idiots who can’t read, this point is illustrated with a picture of a stick man falling to his death. …

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Silliness

Santa Needs An Intervention

Photo Temporarily Unavailable Somewhere over Dallas, Santa made the unfortunate decision to stop by the drive-through liquor store.

Antique Crazy

The Possum

Early, early one chilly morning last week, just as the sun glimmered on the eastern horizon, I sat at my desk in the kitchen wearing my hot pink chenille robe, plaid flannel jammie bottoms, long-sleeved thermal top and leopard print fuzzy slippers. I was minding my own business. I was drinking a cup of coffee.  I was reading your blog.  I was enjoying the warmth and snuggliness that is Pinkie (my robe, it has a name). As I got up to refill my coffee cup, I looked out the back windows and caught sight of something…

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Always Real

Uh, Thanks?

Sean’s BFF, Reagan, lives across the street.  They go to school together and ride bikes together and that kind of thing.  He totally adores her, even though they’re highly competitive and sometimes squabble like siblings.  Just recently I had to break up a heated argument over who has the biggest nose. Apparently when you are four, it’s very important to be the biggest in all areas, including the schnoz. At any rate, because of their friendship, Reagan’s mom, Jennifer, has become one of my dearest friends.  But like most women of four-year-olds, she was born when I was…

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Antique Crazy

The Sweater

I have a love-hate relationship. With sweaters. They catch my eye in the store. They are so pretty. They call to me, “Pssst! Hey you! Over here! Touch me! You know you want to — I’m soft, you’ll like it. Trust me.” Never trust a sweater, trust ME on this. And like a sailor who can’t resist the call of the Sirens, I am unable to resist the call of the sweaters. So I sidle over to the rack and pull out just the sleeve of one lovely limey green cashmere and yes, I confess, I…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry

Do These Boots Make Me Look Like A Bad Mom?

You know, you might think that as older parents of an only child, that we would go all out and give Sean one of those over the top birthday parties.  If you think that, you would be wrong.  So very wrong.  And not for the reasons you might think. It’s not because we are taking a stand on rampant materialism and the message it sends or because our ideals are so high.  It’s because our energy level is so low. It takes energy to put on a shindig, energy that could be better spent trying to…

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Mildly Amusing, Parenting Gone Awry

Mr. Monkey, A Retrospective

When Sean expressed an interest in my camera the other day, I briefly showed him how to use it and then I handed it to him and told him to take off, go crazy, go take some pictures and then come back and we’d take a look at them.  When I looked at his pictures, I noticed Mr. Monkey wore a disapproving expression, much like the Disapproving Rabbits, thus inspiring Sean’s first photography show: “Mr. Monkey Disapproves – A Retrospective” Photo Temporarily Unavailable Mr. Monkey disapproves of other toys. Photo Temporarily Unavailable Mr. Moneky disapproves of…

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Sometimes Tart

Birthday Party, Round 4

When I was a little girl and I had my birthday, it was a birthDAY. You got a little cake, maybe a toy, maybe a few extra privileges and then the next day, back to reality, back to scrubbing floors and waiting on my ugly stepsisters. Photo Temporarily Unavailable Sean?  He has a birthMONTH.  It’s a social season. The party circuit kicked off earlier in the month when my parents were visiting. We had cake, we had presents, we had fun. Then, the day before his birthday, Sean’s best friend and her parent’s came over with a…

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Always Real, Mildly Amusing

Economics 101

‘Mommy, can I get a bicycle for my birthday?” Sean asked from the backseat as we were driving home from school yesterday. “I think that it is a very strong possibility that you will get a bicycle,” I said. “Oh.” Several moments of complicated thought-processing silence followed. Then he asked: “How do we get a bicycle?” Oh goody! A chance to talk about money. “Well, you know daddy works all day, he talks on the phone and helps his company make money.  At the end of every month they give us money for daddy’s work and…

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