Monthly Archives: December 2014
Dear Santa, it’s too late to bring us trendy names, so please bring us some allergies.
Originally posted on Chewing Crayons:
Dear Santa, My brother, Uncle Fun, got all the good stuff when we were growing up. He was the one that got the roller-blades, the bunk-bed, and all the good allergies. Now, I’ll grant you…
And the adage to my gray hair and midlife crisis in the making
Originally posted on My Midlife Crisis in the Making…:
My oldest son…my first born. The little peanut who grew from the time of my honeymoon and came into the world after almost 3 days of beyond painful labor and instantly…
I refuse…
While keeping vigil for two days/nights in a row for my youngest son, checking his temperature, making sure he’s hydrated, and dosing him with, what seemed like way too much ibuprofen, I was able to catch a snooze here and there. The … Continue reading
And the adage to my gray hair and midlife crisis in the making
My oldest son…my first born. The little peanut who grew from the time of my honeymoon and came into the world after almost 3 days of beyond painful labor and instantly forgave the moment I saw his sweet little face. … Continue reading
The Shiny New Toy and the Manager’s Special on a Nazi Budget
It was a Saturday morning, I woke up to two meowing cats in my face, and three dogs whining by my bedside. I look over and my husband is already up. What time is it? Only just past 6:30 A.M., … Continue reading
The Unstunningly Average Versus the Stunningly Unaverage (and those in-between)
My little town… What once appeared to be a quaint, little, rural community has somehow overnight transformed into a crowded suburbia. A suburbia chock full of what appears to be at times, entitled individuals who go about their day without what … Continue reading
The Forgotten Son
The contrast between both of my teenage sons astounds me. I truly love them beyond comprehension or measure and am so proud of both of them for who they are as individuals. It is the good nature of our youngest that shamefully … Continue reading
What to be when I grow up? A mid-life crisis in the making.
Here I am barely past 40. I look beyond today where my children have grown and moved on in their lives. And as I smile anticipating what their bright young futures will be like, I think to myself; “What the … Continue reading
My Midlife Crisis in the Making... 