Saturday, December 4, 2004
Do my kids think I'm this ridiculous? Does everyone? Crap....
My mom has a tendency to make comments that to her seem normal, but to the outside observer (and by this I mean anyone outside her head ), she sounds like a wacko. We went to the grocery store this evening; I take my mom not because she is feeble and old (though for some reason that makes me...
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Friday, December 3, 2004
Christmas cheer my ass
Knee deep in the Wiggles and patience is waning. Today is actually much better than yesterday when I flew across the room to grab my son’s arm milliseconds before he threw the baby’s toy behind the couch (“the third ring of hell”) and a couple of milliseconds after he had ripped said toy from the...
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Thursday, December 2, 2004
Suburbia holds the key to ... the mailbox.
I don’t have a mailbox that can be seen from my front door or any of those little flags that people replace with cutsie things. I can’t even tell when the mailman has come and delivered the mail because he doesn’t stop by the front door even when there is a package. I live in the suburbs; and, in...
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Glitter and my garbage men
I was scooting things around my house to make room for all the Christmas crap that invades my house around this time and amassed quite a load of trash. My daughter’s school has to be close to out of construction paper; if she brings home one more glitter-covered star or heart, I may have to go and...
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Wednesday, December 1, 2004
Dream projects unfinished, broken bones... we got it all.
We are installing a new wall in the back yard. I know what you’re thinking: “A nother project? Really, ISN, get a grip”. But, before you pass judgment fair folks, let me tell you, it is not I who began this little project, but my daughter and her friend with the help of my son. They are out back...
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Lost and Found
The Germ is clearing out of my head; coherent thought should return within a few hours. Two of the youngest are hitting the wall with their own version of the crud which I think the oldest brought home. In an effort to infect just about everyone we know, our house has been like a base camp the past...
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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
This Old House of Slackers
If ever the tiling project on the walls of my kitchen gets finished, I expect a limo to pull up with Quincy Jones inside to give me my lifetime achievement award. I’d like to thank… the people at Tile for Less (“Sure! That sounds fairly simple!”), the happy grout guy at Home Depot (“I did my house...
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Monday, November 29, 2004
Shoppers are the REAL sickos
In the ongoing saga of My House the Big-Ass Germ, the illness continues. My oldest and my youngest are sick now. The oldest (my husband) called in sick today, and he is sleeping now. The youngest (the baby) is cranky, snotty, and tired. I myself am still one of the unwell. I am glad we are getting...
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Sunday, November 28, 2004
White trash Sunday
Welcome to Denny’s. My house is like the best white-trash eatery in town on Sunday mornings. Sunday is the only day that the whole family is able to eat breakfast together without having to rush off to some meeting or work or school. Donuts are the fare of choice, and whichever adult loses the...
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Saturday, November 27, 2004
The baby is on the run
The third child is in a precarious position, poised as the newest, smallest, and most helpless of the bunch. Peyton is seven months old and started crawling about a month ago; she has now begun to not only pull up on the furniture, but cruise around while standing. My other kids never bothered to...
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