Its so freaking warm today, much better than that crappy DC “no snow but cold as fuck” weather we’ve been having. Ahhhhhhh! Oh, wait, no, I must be high again, because I’m still home, surrounded by kids and its 63 degrees outside. It can’t even be a pretty 63 degrees – it has looked like it was going to rain all freaking day. Global warming is such a joke. So, I got to open my presents today! I mean, we all got to open our presents today!! I got a bunch of stuff,...
So, our official “Christmas” isn’t until Sunday when the eldest child returns from his adventure in the great Southern US, but we went ahead and gave out a few presents to the remaining children and one for each of the really big kids – the adults. I got a breadmaker. The only thing more exciting to me is the other appliances I’ll be opening on Sunday, because as un-festive as kitchen stuff may seem to the rest of the world, I am stoked! I love my kitchen. Maybe a little...
I’m going to cut to the chase here, since we’re both pretty busy fictional characters. I’ve not been the best person this year, but I’ve not been the worst. Its been a long, hard year and I can at least say that I am grateful for all of the lessons I have learned, even if some of them really sucked. So, this year, I’m going to simply ask for the following: 1. I would like my eldest son to be able to feel secure and self-confident as he enters Middle School in fall, and...
I came across this site while looking for different perspectives on women’s health issues. I am pro-choice, and I have had to use my right to choose personally. In my experience, there was not enough counseling before or after the procedure. Abortion is one of those things “we just don’t talk about,” because its such a heated topic of discussion, and I think that attitude flows into the actual procedure itself. This site covers a lot of issues that women (and men) face surrounding...
Did you notice? Of course you did, because its right up there in big, bold print. It looked nicer than “feminist mom” and I was having a nostalgic day, thinking about my crazy French teacher. I suddenly can’t remember his name, but he used to crack me up. He used to pick on one of my BFFs, which was great. She was great, I miss little Jenny Dancy Toes, the petite redhead who dealt with the world of dance and lived to tell about it. She also married her high school sweetheart. She...
