Archives: 2008 March

So, I’m sitting here, on this beautiful, sunny, warm California early-spring day, and I’m wondering something.  No, I’m not wondering about the musical chirping of the birds, or if we’ll have a nice summer this year, or even who’s going to win the stinkin’ Democratic nomination  (by this point, it could be my dog Fergie for all [...]

Okay, so today, I had a mini road-rage episode.  Due to some super-human self-restraint, I didn’t side-swipe the other car or even give them a little love tap on the back bumper.  Or shoot them with an Uzi.  But I did flip them the bird. 
Which, depending on who you are, doesn’t sound all that bad—except that my 4-yr-old son was [...]

Musical beds.  Sounds kind of kinky, right?  It brings to mind orgies, swingers, or some kind of new-fangled frat party theme.  At the very least, you might think of being serenaded by an acoustic guitar while snoozing.
Yeah, well, we had a little musical bed action going on here last night, and I can guarantee you, nothing [...]

This reminds me of one of those “Where’s Waldo?” games—-can you find the hound dog in this picture?

 Really, I’m thrilled to see she’s enjoying the dump truck sand box so much, although I’m pretty sure that’s not what the manufacturer’s intended.  At least I don’t remember reading “and also good for use as a hound-dog [...]

I came across this photo of my son and Fergie and just had to post it.  I guess it gives a whole ‘nuther meaning to the term “hot dog”.   And I thought Ridgebacks weren’t supposed to like the water—I knew my little liver-nosed monster was defective.

Now, the part I really can’t figure out—-does Fergie think she’s a person, or does [...]

Why am I jumping up and down with glee?  Because together, my miraculous, wonderful, brilliant daughter and I finally mastered the most crucial of developmental milestones.  The grandaddy of them all.  The motherload.
For all you newbies out there—no, I’m not talking about walking, talking, or feeding herself.  Why on earth would I be excited about any [...]

…”butt” being the key word.
See, here she is, all sweet and cute, with that butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth look on her face.  Or is it sugar?  I don’t know—I just remember the saying involves some type of baking ingredient and I’m pretty sure it’s not flour.

In reality, though, she’s waging a war with her clothes and my washing machine.  [...]

I don’t know what’s up today.  I can’t tell if I’m depressed, apathetic, a procrastinator or just plain lazy, but it’s one of those days where nothing is getting accomplished.  You know those days when you completely lack motivation?  Yeah?  Well, multiply that times one hundred, and you’ll find me.  All I want to do is [...]

Well, it’s finally happened.  My husband has officially lost his mind. 
Okay, so maybe I’m being a tad melodramatic, but seriously.  What would you say if your husband suddenly took up skateboarding–in the middle of the night?  Because it’s always such a great idea to try out a new sport involving wheels in the pitch dark.  [...]