What it’s supposed to look like
Over the river 210 freeway and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we went. The muppets and I ventured to Lake Arrowhead in the San Bernardino Mountains for Thanksgiving this year. Continue reading
Apple Cake Good Enough for the Pope (Happy Thanksgiving)
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Thanksgiving Holiday
May you have a holiday filled with some fun and not to much work.
Thanks for being a part of my little world. And reading my stream of conscious musings.
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Reaction to the Rain
We live in California; our golden state is known for it’s glorious sunshine and lack of rain. Except it totally does rain here.
(Born and raised in Southern California I grew accustomed to panicked news reports about The Drought, interspersed by STORM WATCH news reports of the occasional flash flood. Then I moved to Northern California just in time for El Nino and spent the winter trying to convince my college roommate that we should forgo our studies to build an ark despite the location of our dorm on the 11th floor of the building.) Continue reading
The Hardest Age is the One They’re At
I tiptoed into the bedroom. After an hour and a half of naptime hysterics, Destroy had finally passed out and was sound asleep. His bare naked bottom was stuck straight up in the air.
Part of the tantruming routine involved frenziedly ripping his pants from his body. A full blown, mind-numbingly impressive, the power of Christ compels you exorcist, clearly possessed melt down ensued. Again.
Prematurity Awareness Month: One Day More
Les Miserable – a musical based on a rather morose Victor Hugo novel about a group of young idealists making one last stand at the tail end of a failed French revolution. And I’m told it apparently makes a decent movie too. (It’s on my list to see.)
I have always liked the soundtrack. And it recently it occurred to me that the song, “One Day More” – sung by the ragtag gang of doomed boys – isn’t all that far off from the fight against prematurity. Continue reading
Club 33
The proper way to spend a mid-November birthday evening.
Today I am 33. (It’s still early-30s, so we’re keeping it real with the years.)
Jon’s been there almost a year already. Search and Destroy are both 3.
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Nothing Quite Like Curling Up Under a Warm Blanket
There really is nothing like the comfort of curling up under a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. (Granted, I live in California, so those cold winter nights may still be somewhat of a novelty.)
However, the tiny warriors in our local NICU are on the verge of experiencing a blanket shortage. I am asking for your help. Continue reading
The Mom Costume
When the boys were born I bought the mom-mobile. So it should come as no surprise to you I’ve also adopted the mom uniform. (Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain pretending to be a grownup.)
The boys have noticed it too. If I appear in a dress or skirt, they ask if I’m a princess. (Aww, I feel the love…) Then they demand I “go put on home clothes.” (Less warm fuzzies…)
The Mommy costume: disheveled hair, casual shirt (or sweatshirt) and yoga pants. Continue reading
Bullying in Sports
Miami Dolphins guard Richie Incognito (left) and tackle Jonathan Martin (right) earlier this year. (AP Photo/Wilfredo Lee)
Bullying is back in the news this week. Miami Dolphin offensive lineman Richie Incognito has been accused of bullying another offensive lineman on his own team, Jonathan Martin. And a cable news show panelist was blathering on about how “bullying” is something that happens in grade school.
Then I read Hochman: It’s not being a man defending bullying in NFL, which quoted Broncos offensive lineman Winston Justice: “I’ll be honest with you, I think Martin totally overdramatized the whole thing. I mean, come on. Bullying is bad, but when you’re a 25-year-old man, it’s not bullying. Get over it.” Continue reading
A Red Hot Fairy Tale
(This post originally appeared at AlliOSNews.com)
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s mercy he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King!
The above is a traditional English nursery rhyme. Continue reading
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