Wednesday, February 23, 2005
We’re having a crappy week all around. The Doodles is sick. And a sick Doodles is an unhappy mother. Especially when Monday day care is canceled because of some stupid holiday that only the auto dealers celebrate and he’s banished from Thursday day care because he hasn’t been fever free for twenty-four hours (do I [...]
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Despite the fact that I’m neither a drug addict nor an alcoholic nor insane, I’ve always felt an affinity for Hunter S. Thompson. If you recall, Doodles did, too. He once said, “Some may never live, but the crazy never die.” I guess he proved himself wrong. “The Edge… there is no honest way to [...]
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
We are officially in Yuppiedom. Today we called a nutrionist for our 18-month-old Doodles. Ugh.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Hannah came to visit us. Let me say, she was the perfect houseguest. We’ve had plenty of less-than-perfect houseguests (read: high-maintenance) that she was such a refreshing joy. She came bearing not just Peeps for me, but decorating Peeps! She entertained herself. She entertained Doodles even when he was acting less than friendly himself. She [...]
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
If it weren’t for the fact that he spends all of his time on Sons of Sam Horn, I’d think Adam was secretly behind this site.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Not all my friends lead as boring and sedate lives as I do. My friend Brian, in fact, has a pretty good gig. He wrote an aritcle about the cool work he does but be warned: this is not for the easily offended. It’s may not even be for the difficult to offend. But I [...]
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
I had planned on writing more this week, but unfortunately someone (and I’m not naming names here) doesn’t seem to want to be helped by his lovely mother’s helper today and he is instead standing by the kitchen gate shouting, “Momma! Momma!” And to think I was at one time so happy when he called [...]
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Thanks to Diane for passing this amazing translation of The Little Golden Treasures: My Little Book About God.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Don’t get me wrong. I really appreciate everything Adam does. From what I hear, he does significantly more than most Dads out there. But there are days (today among them) when I long to post a sign on my child that says, “Daddy Dressed Me!”
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
I’ve decided that trying to have conversations with my son is really like trying to have a conversation with a Magic 8 Ball (Oooo, find out the secrets of the Magic Eight Ball!). I always get one of six answers from him, and it seems to be 100 percent, completely random which response I’ll get. [...]