Yesterday, I shared about the roommate plight. I forget that most people reading this don’t even know Bryce, so when I quoted him about being “scared” it was taken out of context. Let me explain. My kid is a smart ass. I am not sure where that came from, but for today, let’s blame… Continue reading Secret Mission Part II
“I’m scared. There is someone else’s stuff in my room.” This is the first sentence uttered as my youngest calls me from college last night. For the last month, he has had no roommate. His original one went MIA. Since then, he was hoping that he would simply float under the radar and be on… Continue reading Secret Mission
Ladies, beware. The dreaded “man cold” is making its rounds. It crept in and took a hold of Brian during our weekend festivities. Oh sure, it disguises itself well. Subtle sniffles blended with a slight cough. You think this will pass, but then the whining starts. The moaning about how “sick” they are but in… Continue reading The Beast
“Is there a sleeper sofa?” I inquired after realizing that the reservation I made for the weekend was a room with a king bed not two double beds. “Um, no.” Well, that was an interesting development. Our presence in Bowling Green was two fold. Bailey was participating in the Special Olympics State softball tournament… Continue reading The Universal Plan
The weekend can only be described as, well, maybe there isn’t a word for it. There were so many emotions that were experienced, so I will just zero in on the those that made the most impact. Several months ago, a friend of mine was put on the kidney donor list. We are a day… Continue reading Ask the Question. Be the Answer.
There are so many areas of my life where I feel censored. Walking on eggshells as not to disrupt the flow. For example, using profanity in my blog has Facebook suggesting I change the wording in order to boost my post. Boosting allows me to reach a larger audience which is connected to Pinterest and… Continue reading Censored
My cleaning technique is similar to police raid. I run through the house with garbage bags tossing random shit that we no longer have a use for. There are times I am a bit thoughtful in the act, but that is pretty rare. A few months ago, my spouse accused me of throwing away a… Continue reading Sorry. Not Sorry.
Our dinner table conversation can take on a life of its own. Bailey and Brian went to see a movie yesterday and when they came home we sat down to dinner. The June Cleaver in me prepared a chicken pot pie. Not homemade, of course, but from a store that made it fresh, so it… Continue reading The More I Know
Leave it to me to embark on a journey of self-discovery and then be in the clutches of the crap I thought I had worked through. Some might interpret this as some sort of self-punishment but I compare it to cleaning out a closet. If your closets are like mine, (don’t lie I know you… Continue reading Bursting at the Seams
My Saturday was laid out as a day where being a slug was highly recommended. The revolving door had Bryce coming home for a blip on Friday night and returning yesterday morning. Brian had a commitment and Bailey was otherwise occupied doing whatever he does which could range from watching Barney – I thought he was over… Continue reading The Beacon