Summer Solstice, historically, is a time to celebrate the joy and warmth of summer, and an opportunity to release fears and sadness. It honors the feeling you get when you open your door and walk out into a perfect, sun-shining day. Make the most of today, folks, even if you’re not one of the barefoot hippies I like to call my friends. Summer is here! My weekend was bittersweet. I put Emo Boy on a plane to Arkansas for four weeks, got naked at the airport (those new fangled security scanners)...
Its the time of the year when I scramble around to make sure everyone’s eyes, teeth and other weird body parts are where they should be. Dental appointments with four children are not on my top 10 list of things I want to spend my time doing, so this year, I opted to split the pain between two appointments – girls vs. boys. Who will win the great cavity war? (I know! I know!) After staying out very late last night with Freedom, random bar chick, random bar guy, karaoke and a pool table,...
Today, I managed to get the Twitches out to a “play date,” which to me, is code for “maybe there will be something snarky to blog about and/or an open bar and/or sushi and/or a chance to recruit women to my cult.” I love days of endless possibilities. The play date was at Betty Bop’s house. You may remember BB from such blogs as “Filty Martinis” where we encountered the IRA Server or the Equality March. Since this is the third blog in which she is mentioned,...
If I keep blogging every weekend about what is going on, Monday’s blogs are going to suck and be much less fascinating to read. However, I am determined to finish what I started *coughNAcoughBLOcoughPOcoughMO* even if it kind of seems like I’m paddling alone, in the dark, surrounded by anacondas that don’t want none unless you got buns, hon! and jellyfish. However, I felt a need to address two things today. First, I’ve noticed a lot of people in my area driving around with...
I should start this off by talking about how I generally don’t care about gifts, especially those that are for me. That’s what is expected, and really, generally, I don’t care about gifts… but, I’m in lust with consumerism right now. I don’t know why, I’m not that kind of person, like ever, but I keep hearing, “I want” in my head, and its not the echo of Talker’s need to own every lego or video game on the planet, or Enigma’s desire...




