A few weeks ago I found myself standing in line at Panera, as I do every so often when Frisbee Boy’s Mom (AKA my surrogate mom) invites me to lunch so we can chat. She’s amazing, she really is. I’ve honestly never in my life, met anyone like her. She goes so far out of
I peered into the mirror, my face so close to it that I had to keep wiping the steam from my breath off of the glass so that it wouldn’t obstruct my view. With my mouth open wide and a flashlight perfectly aimed to shine down my throat, I could see that there was a
So I can’t figure out why the alignment is all messed up in this post, and things are justified left, and right, and center, and I can’t change it AND I GIVE UP. Moving on… I’m sorry again for my delay in posting. I swear I feel like I do more apologizing than writing here
As usual, things have not “normalized” around here, meaning that my kids are just as weird as ever. I mean I can’t blame them since they have me as their mother, but still, I’m pretty strange, so if I’m constantly being caught off guard by how strange my kids are… well then that’s saying something.
I don’t know about you, but I’m just not really sure if I even know what “normal” is anymore. I think it used to be some kind of goal that I was striving for, but at some point I gave up and settled comfortably into this:Monday: I was getting ready for work and out of
Has anyone noticed from reading this blog that I suffer an extreme and severe lack of having any sort of speech filter whatsoever? I mean I will literally say just about anything on my mind, and I’m afraid that I’ve passed that trait down onto my children. I mean sure, they are just kids, and
As most of you know from my Facebook post, The Boy Child had a surgical follow up appointment last week. It was a week sooner than it was supposed to be but I had noticed a couple of things that had alarmed me a little bit and I wanted the doctor to take a look
A few months ago, a Facebook business networking group that I belong to started promoting a variety of subgroups that the group owner is calling “missions.” Before that the group had served as a connection tool where local business owners could network with each other. But then suddenly the group owner started repeatedly asking all
As most of you know, I have a rare genetic disorder that causes me to have to be on a very specific medical diet. Every couple months I have to get a blood test that measures markers in my blood that tell my doctors if I’m ingesting gluten. Because I don’t have any immediate reactions
Living with a 7 year old is like living with a drunk college student because you have absolutely no idea why they do most of what they do, you constantly have to watch them, and then there are moments when even during their stumbling awkwardness, they are able to argue an amazingly valid point. I
(I’m going to apologize ahead of time, for some reason screenshots appear a bit fuzzy when you read them via an email subscription. You may want to click the title link at the top of the email and read it directly from the blog if you are having that problem. Sorry!) Do you remember the
I hadn’t done one of my “conversation” blog posts in a while, so I made it a point last week to take a note of at least one strange conversation I had a day, because let’s be honest here, it’s not like I’m getting any more normal. Monday kicked itself off to a rocking start
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
