And that’s me. I turned 36 last week. And that means I’m closer to 50 than 20. How did this happen?
I am running. It’s tough going, but I’m doing it. I’ve joined a marathon training group, Boston Fit, which is part of USA Fit. The program is fabulous. It’s a four-day a week running schedule, with the during-the-week runs by minutes, not by miles. Our long runs are done on Saturdays as a group, and [...]
Okay, so Papa wasn’t a rolling stone (he wasn’t even a Papa; he was a Peter), but Mama definitely was a hippie, or at least a hippie-wanna-be (hard to be a hippie with two kids, a mortgage, and a Mercury Cougar). She did her best to instill all those good old fashioned liberal ideas, using [...]
Here I am, another Wednesday night, and I just don’t have it in me to do anything creative here. I’m beat. Doodles has become quite the active little monkey (although he hasn’t been quite the Holy Terror this week that he was last week), and I’m spending my days chasing him saying, “Oh, that drawer [...]
When he was just a wee one, we started calling him Doodlebug. He was such a tiny cute thing and, simply, he was a Doodlebug. But then he grew and he started gaining more boy qualities, and Doodlebug didn’t really seem to fit anymore. He was more of a Doodles, as he began to grab [...]
You’d think that on the days that Doodles is in day care, my clothing would be able to remain stain-free. Well, you’d think wrong.
I promised a round-up for graduation, but really, I’m not feeling terribly moved to write about it. It was last Thursday, which already feels like a lifetime ago. I was amazed at how many people came out to see the ceremony–family flew in from as far away as Australia. I never thought graduating from grad [...]
At Adam’s section graduation party last night, I was told that my blog is less interesting now that I don’t mock the MBAs. I do feel bad that I’ve let them down in this way, but frankly MBAs just don’t seem as worthy of my attention these days: I find Doodles infinitely more interesting than [...]
Doodles is wearing me out this week. So much so that I don’t even have the energy to blog about it this week.
As the married female partner of my husband (anyone have a good synonym for the evil word “wife”?), I want to share in his interests. And as anyone who knows my husband will verify, Adam has just one interest: the Red Sox. I think Adam will back me up when I say that I’ve made [...]