Photo credit: Tom Coates
Since it’s still the weekend, and I believe in being lazy on the weekend, here’s some randomness from my life in no particular order:
Depending on who’s asking, my husband and I either met in a bar or were introduced by friends. Both are technically true.
Our wedding announcement in my husband’s hometown...
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My husband and sons are off doing boy things this weekend, and I’m home alone. It’s very strange: I’ve been left alone with our boys dozens of times, but I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve been alone-alone overnight in my house in a decade. Weird.
Anyway, I’m not exactly feeling the blog...
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Tonight I made our last meal with the old oven. Since I couldn’t get to our local meat market, and the other meat in town is pretty gross, I made a pizza using this recipe for the crust. It was easy, quick, and good, as long as you can get past the fact that...
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On April 3, 2003, I had a little adventure with my toddler and newborn while trying to hit a La Leche League meeting. Here’s the e-mail I sent afterward to my friend, Carol:
Today is a killer. Halfway to the meeting, I dropped my muffler; then I dragged it behind me for about seven miles.
After...
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I have a million things to do if we’re ever (you hear that? EVER) going to get this house on the market, so I’m using today, Monday, to plan for the week.
Here’s what I need to accomplish:
Sign the boys up for summer soccer here in town. Murphy’s Law says if I sign them up...
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After a whole lot of procrastinating, I finally signed up for the 2010 WordCount Blogathon. By joining, I’m agreeing to try to post to this blog every day during the month of May.
Reasons this is a bad idea:
Just signing up had me procrastinating. Like, before I even had to write anything, just sending in...
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(With apologies to Milan Kundera.)
The boys and I celebrated the last day of spring break with a trip to the Lake Metroparks Farmpark. Although it’s one of my favorite places, the kids complain whenever I suggest it. On the continuum of torture, a trip to the Farmpark lies somewhere between extended school...
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