Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
My Patient Husband had an offsite meeting which involved folks from his previous job as well as his current job. One woman from his previous job flagged him down and said, “Since you were involved in all the other important…
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And I need your help. One of my favorite books (by my favorite author) is Archer’s Goon by Diana Wynne Jones. My father gave me his copy when I was about sixteen and I proceeded to read my way through…
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On the shopping list said “paper cups,” so I dutifully picked up the BJ’s MegaPack of three ounce cups for the bathroomdispenser. It wasn’t until I left them in the bathroom that I noticed what the package said: 738 cups….
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I’ve mentioned before that I’ve always liked bees and haven’t been afraid of them. I even took a beekeeping course in college. This year, I’ve been scared of them. It’s a dramatic difference. I used to enjoy sitting on the…
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On Sunday, I took Kiddo#2 for a longish bike ride through the Creepy Zone. We live on Broken Road, a road that at one point stretched through Angelborough end to end but now exists in three chunks. Our part goes…
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As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I heard it. One of the appliances was vibrating in a death-rattle. In the past, I’ve thrown a party when one much-hated appliance or another has given up the ghost. And with…
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Springtime, when a young man’s thoughts lightly turn toward thoughts of music recitals. Kiddos #2&3 had their violin recital a couple of weeks ago, and the last performer was a young lady who played violin with her younger brother strumming…
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All my future blog posts are in my camera. It’s the way I’ve operated lately: see something cool, take a picture, and think, “I’ll blog about that sometime.” I think I’ve got four sets of posts in the camera right…
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One of our family rituals is “Church Breakfast,” which means brunch on Sunday. It takes its name from when Kiddo#1 was three, and I was pregnant with Emily. After dealing with morning sickness for ten weeks, I noticed during Mass…
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Last Wednesday, I dropped Kiddo#1 off at Ten Miles Away and had to drive back to Angelborough for Kiddo#3’s soccer practice. No, there’s no margin for error in terms of the timing. Fortunately the traffic was light and although overcast,…
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