Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Hey, the weblog tour is back! What’s the farthest you have traveled for food? Did you fly across the country just so you could have the perfect bowl of clam chowder? Did you cross the state line just for a…
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At 15 months, the baby is very much into playing peekaboo. I’m not sure if the books say that’s the right age to play peekaboo, but he can’t read, so he’s initiating the games with us. He’ll cover his eyes…
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On Saturday morning, I said to my Patient Husband, “If Michael Jackson faked his own death, that would be the ultimate publicity stunt.” We’d been talking about how he’d been perfectly positioned in the early 1980s to become a mega-star,…
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Ivy wanted to know why I hadn’t been blogging about my knitting. Answer: because with all the writing, I hadn’t been doing much of it! For Christmas, you remember I knit my husband a sock. *sigh* I finished the second…
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Please be gentle on me, okay? First, here’s a flower. It showed up on my walkway and I had to take a picture of something so tiny I nearly missed it, so perfect, and gone so soon. Secondly, about a…
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This is absolutely, totally my son: see more Lolcats and funny pictures I’m sorry, but with school vacation beginning and guests arriving today, I have no inspiration. That and edit hell and all. I’ll try and get a real blog…
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I was complaining about this online yesterday, but I’m out of blog entries and the one I want to write still feels too personal, so I’m going to gripe about it again. Remember a while ago, we featured a guest…
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My editor for the Christmas novella wished me luck as I went through edit-hell. I’m not sure whether that means she’s reading here or whether she assumes all writers find editing to be hell. Someone on Twitter recently remarked that…
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On Friday, driving to Mom Prayer Group, Kiddo#3 said, “Why is he singing about Dr. Doom?” Since I don’t listen to Marvel Radio, I puzzled for a moment, with an intelligent “What?” The song playing was Tina Turner’s “What’s Love…
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Laura woke up bright and early on Thursday morning, pulled her blue cotton dress over her head, and raced down the ladder. Mary was already eating breakfast, and Ma greeted her cheerfully while ladeling oatmeal into a ceramic bowl. “Brush…
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