All those hot pink feather boas I’ve been playing with this year? Supplies for The Child’s costume for Halloween 2009. A costume that took a backseat last year to 37 gallons of paint and the early stages of The Pregnancy That Was and Wasn’t. A costume that I decided could wait until this . . . → Read More: Motherhood: One Big Hot-Pink, Feathery Sacrifice (After Another, After Another, After Another)
Last night I started a new WWF game with my Mother-in-Law by playing “butts.” I giggled.
This morning, when I saw what she played, my inner ten-year-old boy was in hysterics.
(Active letter board blacked out on account of I might or might not be trying to draw . . . → Read More: Finally, A Game My Nephews Would Play With Me
Nine months of living in a blank canvas (or, you know, a decade spanning four houses) and a girl begins to realize that if things are ever going to adorn her walls she is going to need help and motivation.
Motivation (or at least its blood-relative, inclination) came in the form . . . → Read More: Project No. 1: Whole Lotta Polka
Yesterday marked the last night of the early fall session of Boot Camp.
I made it! I survived seven weeks of jogging and jumping, burpeeing and pushupping, crunching and lunging, throwing and lifting, running and planking, heaving but never retching.
For three of the seven weeks I hobbled like . . . → Read More: Wherein I Start a List of “Things In Which I Have Been Trapped”
Where did the last week go? Huh?
It’s like one moment I was documenting this Other Such life, here and there carving out just a few minutes for some personal, um, business, when suddenly there was no commotion on the other side of the door, no fingers shoving books and hair . . . → Read More: The [Not So] Great Houdiniesqueapade
I’ve been saving a mountain of law school texts. Because they were such a fascinating read the first time around that I’m planning on reading at least one of them each year for the rest of my life.
Or . . . maybe . . .
I saved them . . . → Read More: Recurring Motherhood Theme: The Moment That I Win, I Lose
While rummaging through the attic just now, I came upon the circa 1970s, royal blue, polyester warm-up pantsuit that I rescued 18 years ago from the out-with-the-old pile of drill team uniform rejects.
Tonight is a home game.
And it’s going to be a little chilly.
. . . → Read More: If The Polyester Fits??
Sisterhood, ARE YOU SITTING DOWN?
Because I’ve got one of those life-changing somethings to share with you.
Yesterday afternoon, as I drove down a busy-by-Shelbyville-standards road, I approached a person in a very flowy garment, the wind whipping the fabric as the person jogged to cross the road during a pause . . . → Read More: It Doesn’t Take a Wizard…Except Wait, Yes It Does
Last week I wrote out the obituary for OSS/TOVG Blackberry Messengering. The farewell homage, combined with the incoming messages pressuring me to abandon it in favor of something new, seem to have encouraged my phone reconsider its behavior over the last year. Not only have I not had any dropped calls, spontaneous speakerphone . . . → Read More: Vocabulatreasure: Commercializedding
Somebody broke into my house last night and danced on my kneecaps while I slept. The ‘Caps, they filed a formal complaint this morning. The authorities, who just weeks ago received a similar report from The Achilles, are considering the possibility that a serialist of some variety is at work here.
. . . → Read More: “Other Such: Shelbyville” Rerun (OS:S in the E-T on the 10/3)