It's been a while ...

I know, you were all wondering where the heck I have been. Your readers were empty without my posts, your days passing in mundane dreariness. I understand. So, here is a gratuitous post.

Can't you see their halos???



Easter 2010

What I meant to say ...

It's Wednesday - and that means it's time to get all that stuff out of you... oh, you know... the things you SHOULD have said, but DIDN'T and have been torturing yourself about all week... yeah, those things. Chief is hosting this weekly event, so after you leave me a comment (and validate my existence) click on Chief's button here and play along. It's fun... It's releasing... It's what I meant to say...



A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I had an appointment with a new ObGyn. I went to this practice because I needed a new one and this was the one my sister went to.

When checking in, I said that my sister had her kids with one of the doctors in the practice. The nurse turned to me and said "Goats have kids, women have children."

What I said: *crickets chirping*

What I meant to say: Listen, you arrogant b*tch, thank you for the etymology lesson, but a) I am not a child, b) what gives you the right to talk down to me like I am some piece of crap that blew in off the street and c) go take a long walk off a short pier.

Tuesdays with Morrie Supah !!

Wanna play along? Click on Supah's post-it note above. It's fun. It's addictive. It's lunacy. All wrapped up on a little piece of paper that was only created when one little 3M worker-bee took a "mistake" and made 3M millions. No, gazillions.

A little sugar ....

Sitting at dinner, one of my children was repeatedly kicking the table. I asked them both to stop.

Another kick.

I looked at Elena.

She stared at me with guilt.

"Elena!"

"It wasn't me. It was Rachel."

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"Because you are so pretty..."

And then daddy started laughing.

Sudden hankering for tuna...

When you are fortay and have a strong german heritage, tiny little hairs randomly appear on your chin. These must be dealt with immediately and without mercy, as soon as the tweezers can take hold of their pointy little protrusions.

This morning, Rachel, age 4.5, walks in as I attempt to remove one of these.

-Mom, what are you doing?

-I am plucking a whisker.

I yank the little sucker out and tap her finger with it, so she can feel it. She then turns and runs to the kitchen, in a panic.

-Mom is turning into a cat!

meow

{Almost} Wordless Wednesday

There are just some days when I feel like the worst mom ever. When all I do is yell and scream and reprimand. Just when I feel like my child is going to grow up to intensely dislike me, she does this...



Yep, toot toot, all aboard the guilt train... we will be departing any minute now!

Too much coffee today, perhaps?

Wanna play along? Click on Supah's post-it note above. It's fun. It's addictive. It's lunacy. All wrapped up on a little piece of paper that was only created when one little 3M worker-bee took a "mistake" and made 3M millions. No, gazillions. Yes, too much coffee for sure!!!

edit: my link to Supah above is not working for me. I know as much HTML as I know about skinny...NOTHING... so here is a new link to for her post it's today: click here