Today I burned myself while making homemade hot apple cider. On my boob. Yeah, you read that right: I burned my boob making hot cider. I’d love to tell you there was something racy going on involving the cider, but no, I was testing it with a spoon and some splashed onto my hand, causing … More Mishaps
I left my phone at home today, which is the subject of a whole other post about how I am entirely too dependent on perpetual communication. Consequently, I missed a call and a message at 11:30 this morning. When I have a missed call AND a new voice mail message, I get those notices in reverse. In … More Shaken and stirred
My mother and youngest sister (Little) left my house this morning–actually, morning is a loose term for when they left unless you are, I don’t know, a senile rooster. Anyway, they left my house for the airport because they are spending Thanksgiving in California with my other sister, Middle. The rational, grown-up part of me thinks this … More The really important things
Last night I was looking at some pictures of Mia from over the summer, and I came across one of her lying placidly next to Suzanna the Dog on an afghan my friend Cheryl’s mother made. Mia was staring over at the dog with a look that held the perfect combination of wonder and oblivion; … More A reflection that is so long it should count as two posts
The books arrived. It’s safe to say we’ve all been in bookstores and libraries where there are lots of books. Thousands of them. Way more than 3593. But until you have 1) seen that many books come out of boxes, and 2) put that many books onto shelves, you have no idea just how many … More Pretend it is tomorrow, because I can promise you I won’t have time for blogging
That’s how many books are due to arrive here any minute now. They are packed in 140 “large boxes” (Large is such a relative term. I have visions of 140 refrigerator-sized boxes lining the walls and covering all the empty floor space). The representative from the book company will arrive with the books (I don’t think he will be in … More 3,593
It’s late and I’m sleepy, My kid’s still awake; I’ve been doing so well, So please give me a break.
If you braved the poop segment of yesterday’s post, you’ll be thrilled to know today’s batch was a-okay. I’m citing the blueberry applesauce as the culprit, and to further my research I served said blueberry applesauce for lunch today. Tomorrow’s results will be the deciding factor in whether or not I continue to worry. About … More Poop. And also, BS.
I came across this when I logged into AOL today. I am not ashamed to say I have owned, in some form or another, four of these shoe styles. In fact, my Crocs look just like those in the picture, and my Tevas are merely a different color. And even though I would never purport that … More Random dose of random
My grand NaBloPoMo plan to write during some quiet coffee break or snack time at work was apparently a big joke. Thus, for the third or fourth night in a row, I find myself sitting at the computer when I should be getting ready for bed. In fact, I considered skipping tonight and going on … More The power of suggestion
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