Parent of the Year Strikes Again!
Scene: My Living Room, Saturday Afternoon Me: (mumbles to self while setting up Christmas tree) Alex: (perplexed) “Hey… Mama?” Me: (pulling head from underneath spiky needles of doom, expecting the...
View Article2012: A Space Oddity
Once a year, every year since dinosaurs typed out blog posts with their wee flailing dinosaur hands on their gigantic Stone Age laptops, I do a Meme. Generally speaking, I do not like Memes. I do not...
View ArticleProvidence, Part Deux*
I don’t get the impression, Pranksters, that a lot of us hold much stock in the idea of Providence (always with a capitol “P”) because, well, we’re a little bit jaded. It’s hard to see a world in which...
View ArticleTICKle Me Alex
“We live in the park!” is the brightly canned response I give my kids whenever they’re stuck staring at a mountain of gleaming green goose poo or shrieking about spiders daring to breathe in their...
View ArticleMother Thinks The Birds Are After Her
Despite my almost encyclopedic knowledge of Britney Spears* it comes as a shock to tell you, Pranksters, that my brain banks hold no information about birds. I take that back. This is what I know about...
View ArticlePanic! At the Pool!
Part I After wandering through the endless labyrinth of badly-carpeted halls while lugging the absolute most amount of crap I’ve ever packed for a trip, finally, we reached our room. The kids, by this...
View ArticleThings Unsaid Today
“I was so happy to see your Mom at Alex’s concert the other day. Saw she’s using a cane now, so’s mine. She’s been falling a lot – I’ve had to go over and help her off the floor more times than I care...
View ArticleTwi Hard
Yesterday at 1:14 Me: “You know what I don’t get? TWILIGHT.” Lauren: “Oh Em Eff Ge I LOVE those books.” Me: “How can you read them? Stephanie Meyer can’t write herself out of a paper bag?” Lauren: “I...
View ArticleOne Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest
Prolly best to listen to while reading this post. Honestly, if you CAN listen to it, you should. It’s an excellent song: Nothing could’ve prepared me. They could’ve told me that I’d been depressed and...
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Cane YOU
Growing up, we always had a spot for canes – or “walking sticks” as my father referred to them as – by the front door. While I’m certain that other people had cane holders like we did, I recall being...
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