Yesterday my oldest and I played Rummy and listened to Christmas music because that’s called “making the best of it” when you get dumped on with 8ish inches of snow before Halloween. (Sigh. Big ol’ sigh.) My spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove and I …
There shouldn’t be snow on my pumpkins yet, but there is. Yesterday I took a picture of my pumpkins on the front step and saw the Buddha statue my grandma gave me. Buddha is smiling next to the pumpkins covered with snow. Which is totally …
Today we get to play a game. Normally in “Two Truths and a Lie”, someone tells you three things about themselves—two things that are true and one thing that isn’t—and you have to guess which thing isn’t true. In my version, I’m going to tell …
People sometimes ask what it’s like to be married to a law enforcement officer. “Isn’t it hard?” I generally don’t entertain those conversations long because in all honesty we all put a ring on our finger and don’t really know what we’re getting into. (He …
I spent the majority of my childhood worried about being perfect, and that followed me into adulthood. Get good grades. Make good choices. Now, don’t put drama where there isn’t any. Perfection wasn’t anything put on me by another person, it was something I’d created …
I sliced my thumb yesterday as I cut onions to make seasoned tomato sauce. The cut was deep, starting at my thumbnail and ending in my thumbprint. There was a lot of profanity and a decent amount blood for a stupid sliced thumb but in …
My husband is tall so I always knew our two sons would be tall. They both broke the six foot mark quite awhile ago, which makes me the shortest person in the house, by far. Yesterday I got to hang with my two tall …
My husband comes home from work in the morning and sometimes mentions something that’s happening in the news. This morning’s update was ABC and XYZ and other things of “importance”. I assured him nothing in his update was going to change the fact that today …
Back in the day, I was part of a local chapter of a much larger parenting group called MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). We would get together monthly for support, friendship, a meal, and a project. And let me tell you what, that group was instrumental …
I didn’t watch The Thing last night. I didn’t even know The Thing was happening until I saw a few memes about it on MeWe. People were creating a drinking game for the The Thing and then joking that everyone would be dead from alcohol …