Monthly Archives: February 2012
“Just Don’t Make Him – Don’t Make Anyone – Your Meatloaf!”
I woke up this morning with a tingling burst of schoolgirl excitement. Today is the beginning of my “birthday octave” – the eight days before and the eight days after my birthday. The two week period where I get special treatment and goodies from my family – little things like breakfast in bed, dishes being done … Continue reading
“Mommy? Why Do You Get to Eat Chicken Wings for Breakfast?”
“Mommy? Why do you get to eat chicken wings for breakfast?” asked a sleepy little voice this morning. Yikes! I hate it when they sneak up on you when you’re just in that moment of private delight. Like right now, when I was getting ready to eat my spicy leftover chicken wings before the girls … Continue reading
Wondering if Myrtle Beach has Master Baiters…
“How on earth did you manage to do this?” Randi asked, reaching for a box of tissues. “How did you manage to get me sick over Skype?” “Somehow, I think your new golf partner, Steve, had something more to do with it,” I felt bad watching my best friend hack away, just as my family … Continue reading
“Apparently, I Stripped Out of My Nurses Uniform Too Quickly.”
Apparently I stripped out of my nurses uniform too quickly. I planned on spending more time on working on a couple of pendants I am in the process of watercolor painting. Between working on those and packing for our move to the ocean – Myrtle Beach or Cape Cod, I figured I’d have the perfect … Continue reading
“I Think I Need to Lick it First…”
There are some things I simply REFUSE to do. My best friend, Randi, however, will do them. I suppose that’s how she landed her “new guy” Mike, she just starting dating. She goes to sci-fi movies…and actually likes them. (Not me!) She’s into fantasy football. (Again, NOT me.) And she enjoys golfing. She took me once. It … Continue reading
How the Catholic Church Stopped Me from Tanning
“Mommy, what happened to your boobies???!!!” Daughter #3, the eight year old, asked shocked – eyes ready to pop out of her head, as I tried on my sagging bikini top from last year. She was right. God I miss breastfeeding. I was trying on the bathing suits because Randi told me to. Because, as … Continue reading
“Mommy? Why are there naked pictures of you in this book?”
I started packing another box today for our move to Myrtle Beach. This time it was books that were getting stacked. It was about all I could manage after a wild weekend filled with Daughter #5′s third birthday, basketball games, Sunday school and, of course, SuperBowl Sunday. The gigantic mouse was all my daughter could … Continue reading
