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What Are the Holidays Without a Bit of Projectile Puke
Given the title of this post, I’m sure you will be utterly SHOCKED to hear that one of the little men became so overwhelmed with the excitement of Christmas that he regurgitated yesterday’s breakfast.
I think his brother, Destroy, was just thankful Santa hadn’t stolen his soul in the dark of night. Continue reading
A Charlie Brown Christmas
There have been murmurings that “A Year Without Santa Claus” is the best Christmas cartoon out there. Fear not, good people, I am here to reassure you such a ridiculous claim is patently false.
Obviously such accolades belong to the one true story of Christmas. “A Charlie Brown Christmas.” Continue reading
Merry Christmas from a Muppet
Merry Christmas to all fellow fighters in need of caffeine!
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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (a modern retelling)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
All the creatures were stirring – likely including a mouse.
(Or rather a rat, but with traps he wouldn’t have a very merry Christmas moment.
Bah Humbug rodent!) Continue reading
An Ode to Boots
I like boots. They are my favorite winter footwear. (These boots were made for walking and all.) Black boots, brown boots, high heels, riding boots. (Dear Santa, I presently have a thing for red cowboy boots.)
I have clearly passed my love of shoes onto my children. Continue reading
The Need to Jump
This was the final week of the winter session’s gymnastics class. (NASTICS!)
We’ll be going back next round. Because Destroy is a big fan. Search seems like he could take it or leave it. (The ever adorable Coach Teresa deemed Search “a good listener” and Destroy “very enthusiastic.” Yeah, I can read between the lines too.) But where else could Destroy hurl himself off raised beams and yell, “Mommy! I’m up high!”
Oh right. At home. Continue reading
Diagram of a Frigid Room
It’s been freezing. At least at night. The heater in our house is set to a chilly 65 fire-up, ever since I had a tantrum and staged a one-woman war against PG&E. Outside there was even hail. That is frozen rain. (Shut up all you non-Californians who have actually experienced snow/sleet/freezing rain.)
And also my feet were freezing; therefore it was cold. Continue reading
Kyrie Eleison
Last night I put a feverish Destroy to bed. This morning I hugged him tight and asked how he was doing. He wanted to watch Mickey Mouse. And when you’re recovering from a fever of 103.5, you get whatever you want. (Thems the rules in my house.)
I turned on the TV in search of the Disney Jr. channel. But the news caught my attention.
There had been a school shooting. Continue reading