Well it’s happened. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are now in Europe after frolicking with Renee of Lessons from Teachers and Twits in Rochester, NY last month. The Things are with my friend Evelynn, who I’ve known for more than twenty years. We met via old boyfriends, moved forward without them, and held on to […]
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Phrases That Make Every Mother Duck for Cover, Pause, or Drink
Last week, I overheard a few phrases from my twins that made me duck for cover, pause, or drink. One of these phrases was uttered by William. In a stage whisper, he asked his twin sister, “What’s something I can slingshot?” I closed my laptop and ducked. Last Wednesday, I blogged about another phrase I […]
A Naughty Letter to Santa from a Mom
A little fictional word play for you this Monday before Christmas. Enjoy! Dear Santa: I’m sorry I wasn’t naughty enough this year. I didn’t even get to the mall to do a little lap dance sit on your lap. I’m sure your endless shifts have made you sick of kids kicking you, asking you for […]
I'm Sending You Snail Mail
I’ve always been a letter writer. When I was 8, I started scribing letters about which boy I liked, and I sent them to my cousin who lived 800 miles away. Over the decade my cousin and I wrote to each other, the boys changed, but the rest of the letters stayed pretty much the […]
Stop! What's Your Sign?
I’m cheating. I posted this two years ago today, when my blog was a newborn, crying for attention from a small audience. ** Today is Married To a Scorpio Support Day. That makes me laugh. Is there a support group for people married to bulls? (I mean the astrological sign – not the animal or […]
Whiteboard Wednesday: Pardon Me?
Sometimes it’s the simple stuff. I’m not talking about foot rubs or walks on the beach or other centerfold “likes” (though I could if you want me to). I’m talking about simple words. Specifically, what comes spewing of my mouth. The other day, William remarked to his father: “Dad! We love mommy. We don’t like […]
13 Rugby Phrases That Sound Dirty But Aren't
It’s the Rugby World Cup, an international competition that lasts over a month, during which time I see my husband for about 27 minutes. I have fond memories of the Rugby World Cup. I have heaps of overseas mates who are passionate about the sport. Much of their passion wore off on us, as we’d […]
Running Away from the Circus
I love the Cirque du Soleil. It gives me a sense of what it must be like to take an illegal substance. But Cirque du Soleil is not the circus. I hate the circus. It gives me a sense of what it must be like to need to take an illegal substance. If you want […]
Wit and Women and a Husband
Last night I went to my first Wit and Women class (and if anyone wants to suggest it should be Wit or Women, I will photocopy your face 66 times while I sit on the copier’s lid). I will blog more about this adventure soon. Let’s just say it’s a great program that makes me […]
“Why Don’t You Love Me, Mom?”: a book by my daughter
It started as a perfect weekend morning. I was in bed drifting in and out of a sluggish slumber, Vivian was cuddling into my side, and William was seated between my feet. Some cartoon marathon that I couldn’t hear due to my earplugs was playing on the TV. Of course, if it starts as a […]