It is hot. Record-setting hot. Ninety-three, for those of you who like specifics, or who suspect I might be exaggerating. It is the kind of hot that makes me impatient and irritable. I often find that I’ve been squinting, borderline scowling, for long periods of time, and that my jaws are sore from subconscious clinching. If … More Hot.
At around 1:30 in the morning last Wednesday, I became semi-consciously aware of something moving in the darkness next to my head. I opened an eye to investigate and could just slightly make out the silhouette of my enormous cat standing at the top of the bed. I know that his back legs were planted on … More The curious incident of the cat in the nighttime
Say no if you want, but I’m doing it anyway. I refuse to acknowledge October. Don’t get me wrong–I have nothing against October. I love October. October is my homey. But there is either something seriously wrong with October, or there is something seriously wrong with my calendar, because it is not supposed to be 88 … More If I haven’t turned my calendar yet can I pretend it’s still September?
My mom visits us every Sunday night on her way home from work. Tonight she inadvertently left her hospital ID badge on my table when she left. What does it say about me that this was my first thought when I found it: “It’s too bad I’m not involved in some sort of heist or secret operation at … More Ocean’s one and a half
On Monday my fellow media specialist* (henceforth known as MJ) and I were given the green light to order a third of the library collection planned for our new library. You know, the one at the new school, which is still a flat expanse of red mud? The one that probably won’t be ready for student … More Chicken soup for the tired, caffeine-soaked, homicidal librarian’s soul (now with additional information)
So today is my birthday. I was all excited that it fell on a Friday this year, but thus far it’s been uneventful, and parts of it have downright sucked. Consider the following: My skin is breaking out. Yes, with zits. I have not had a breakout since I got pregnant and now, today, on my birthday, … More Cars my age are considered antiques
I know you weren’t planning to help me clean up after my neurotic dog when you came to pick up your cat Snowball at the pet wellness clinic this afternoon. Hell, I wasn’t planning to clean up after her, either. I can count on one hand the times she has taken a big dump indoors … More Dear Lloyd and Lloyd’s Mom:
I started doing these little monthly updates for the same reason that a certain well-known blogger does monthly letters about her daughter: changes, both physical and mental, happen so fast with babies, and I didn’t want to forget anything and end up posting something in December like, “You’ve grown a lot. You’re a year old. You’re a big girl … More A la mia cara Mia: Mommy is a slacker
Did you ever read a sign or other such lettered media and realize without a doubt that what you read isn’t actually what the sign said? I give you the following example: this morning I found myself at a stoplight behind a Keebler truck. I glanced at the pictures of giant cookies and the big tree where … More Effin’ magic
You get sore shoulders, arms, thighs, knees, calves, and ankles, that’s what. I went back to work today. I was overheard during our initial staff meeting, which of course focuses mainly on the teaching staff, making the following announcements to anyone in my general vicinity who would listen: “I’m so glad I don’t have a … More You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
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