They’re twins. So they’re exactly alike, right?
Category Archives: Seriously?
The screaming began right around midnight.
â€œMOMMMMEEEEEEE!!!â€ It continued to gain in hysteria, growing louder and louder until a trembling child was pooled in heap upon the newly displaced dog bed.
(The dog has recently demonstrated a serious phobia of smoke alarms. Iâ€™ve recently decided to start cooking in a healthier lifestyle adoption. Kid and dog were likely going for a quid pro quo kinda thing.) Continue reading
â€˜Tis the season. And so the muppets explained the story of the Fat Man to me. Continue reading
I was just finishing up a project after spending the wee hours of the morning driving down to Gramma and Papaâ€™s house. I signed off, â€œWithout further adoâ€¦â€
â€œDonâ€™t you mean adieu?â€ inquired Gramma J.
Did I? Ah, mother. â€œWhen you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.â€ (Apparently from Shakespeareâ€™s â€œMuch Adieu About Nothing.â€) Perhaps this called for a song to appropriately end a conversation of such foolish or unnecessary talk. â€œSo long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. Ado, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yoooâ€¦â€
Recently I overheard a conversation deriding the arts.
I sat unassumingly minding my own business when words began raising my blood pressure as they seemingly grew in volume. A loud opinionated individual was ranting to someone about the waste of theatre and how all the elitist people think theyâ€™re doing something worthwhile.
Spoiler alert: They are. Continue reading
I write thisÂ blog about my once tiny twin boys. Who reads this blog, you ask?
Below are selected search terms that have led people to my site in search ofâ€¦something.
- street price for an ounce of smackaroo?
- boobs stream
- bloody birthday cake
- is this “stream of consciousness” talking typical of 4-year-olds?
- are we done here
- boy bully poop
- saving daylight zombie
- lockdown lollipops
- hide and seek, grown up style. wanting to hide needing to be sought
- stream of consciousness ” on and on and on little boy name wilford
- puking pirate
- nicu sucks
Well, that last one makes all the sense in the world.
I think Iâ€™m supposed to begin this post with the clichÃ© disclaimer of, â€œI donâ€™t like to judgeâ€¦â€ or â€œFar be it from me to comment on another parentâ€¦â€ but thatâ€™s exactly what I plan to do. So. Gird your loins â€“ Iâ€™m about to get judgey up in here. Continue reading
The hospital let me know that I was due for a blood draw. So bright and early Sunday morning (because I wasnâ€™t foregoing breakfast a moment longer than needed) I pulled into the almost empty parking lot.
There was another car near the hospitalâ€™s front entrance. A woman was standing in front of her mid-90s green sedan â€“ the hood wide open â€“ looking frustrated and unhappy. I asked if she had help already as I hopped out of my own MomMobile. Continue reading
I write a monthly column over atÂ AlliOSNews. Itâ€™s a techie site â€“ extolling all the goodies and gunpowder on the Apple OS. (SHINY TOY!) Iâ€™m TechMom. And these are my stories on how technology is really used. This is what you must deal with, as I am a Silicon Valley nerd by day.
Iâ€™m well aware itâ€™s Wednesday. TechMom Tuesday is typically published the first Tuesday of every month, but this month your techie insights were delivered a week lateÂ because last week was a holiday week. I reserve the right to rant more or less as the technical goings-on, wellâ€¦go on. Continue reading