Twelve years. It’s been 12 years.
2000: You'd never know we're 12 years older. We look exactly the same right?
Evil Knievel and the Peanut Butter Sandwich
No good ever came of a phone call that began, “Don’t worry, they’re okay.”
“Destroy’s had a rough morning…” Miss Stephanie continued. “I felt that I should call and warn you before you came to pick him up as he looks a bit worse for wear.”
I forced myself to hang onto the phone as I dropped my head onto my desk. “What happened?” Continue reading
Secret Agent Men
I write this in the midst of living room rubble.
The toy box exploded. There is mysterious fuzz embedded in the carpet, lining a crushed layer of Cheerio dust. Pages from what I assume were once books are flung far and wide. And the vehicles sit askew from where the muppets laid down their bikes – tricycle wheels spinning harmlessly head over heels. Continue reading
Pilgrim Muppets
I’m not sure how I feel about this arts & crafts project…
Cute or Creepy?
NaBloPoMo
I’ve hit a mental block; I don’t think I can be anyone else today. So here’s a little bit of me.
What’s the opposite of, “Did you miss me?” It’s probably, “Are you sick of me yet?”
You’ve probably noticed (since I know you all eagerly read this blog first thing every morning) that, for the past month, there has been a post Every. Single. Day. Continue reading
Musical Risk
Today I pointed someone to this blog as the written account of my journey through motherhood.
(Given my geographic ineptitude, it comes as no surprise that my particular journey happens to take the road less traveled.)
Motherhood is an exercise in letting go and clinging to control – an enigma wrapped in a mystery. You have absolutely no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But (cliché alert) no risk, no reward. Continue reading
18 Months and Counting
It’s been 18 months.
Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Call’d Robin Goodfellow: are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he? Continue reading
Book Review: Company’s Coming
Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. Thanksgiving has come and gone so I shall acquiesce the start of the nativity scenes featuring St. Nick and soda pop polar bears. This likely involves a lot of relatives and acquaintances descending upon us.
Company’s coming. Continue reading
Blue Horse, Blue Horse What Do You See?
My dad does not believe that tiny people can comprehend a concept until after they’ve experienced it in real life. I believe nothing could be further from the truth.
As we read Eric Carle’s “Brown Bear Brown Bear,” GrampaStavo tossed the book aside with disdain. “Oh come on,” he lamented. “I understand the white dog and black kitten, but it’s not like they know what the rest of these are yet.”
So if anyone out there knows a blue horse we can introduce the muppets too… Continue reading
A Very Merry Muppet
Statler: I always dreamed we’d be back here.
Waldorf: Dreams? Those were nightmares!
Come on, you had to know this post was coming.
The Muppets have been back in town three days. I looked for a Tuesday night Northern California midnight showing; I was unsuccessful. I tried to coerce colleagues, family and friends to play hooky on Wednesday and take in a movie with me. They all said no. Continue reading