I’ve discovered that there are two types of people in the world: jacuzzi types and non-jacuzzi types. Let me explain:
Category Archives: bringing up mama, and other tales of long ago
Werewoman
Ah, yes, the “Werewoman Days”; I remember them well, if not fondly. My only comment is that I’m happy they’re long behind me:
I breathe a long sigh of relief as I realize that once again I’ve returned from teetering at the edge of the pit, back by the skin of my teeth to normalcy, reasonably sane, not having committed mayhem or turned my nearest and dearest against me…at least not forever. Read the rest of this entry »
Flashback 1991
I’m collapsed on the living room couch with my feet up, feeling much like a wet tea towel as I attempt to recover from the day from hell at work. We’ve all had them – days that seem never to end; that start out bad and rapidly progress to much, much worse; that seem designed to grind our egos to tiny wet blots on the floors of our minds. Read the rest of this entry »
The vacation
My DH and I have just completed a week’s vacation.
No, we didn’t jet over to Greece this year; no, we didn’t go sky diving in New Mexico…and no, we didn’t take an Alaskan cruise. You’ll never in a million years guess what fun things we managed to fill our busy week with. Read the rest of this entry »
The long dance
Here is the latest update on things at The Zoo. The kids are chafing at the bit because there are only nine school days left, then it’s summertime and the livin’ is easy, as the song goes. Read the rest of this entry »
The phone chronicles
Number One Son has fallen in love, and now spends most of his spare time on the telephone talking to his girlfriend, Read the rest of this entry »
The slow demise of Earth Mama
Have you every noticed how easy it is to fall into the habit of producing a few easily-prepared meals over and over again unless you periodically pull yourself out of the rut and branch out into the vast world of culinary variety? Read the rest of this entry »
Green thumbs
Future worm's eye view in my worst nightmare
DH and I went out last weekend and bought some Boston ivy to plant along the side of the house, because I simply love the look of ivy growing up the walls. I’m just a bit worried, however: Read the rest of this entry »
