The Perfect Storm
This where I tell my three male readers that now would be a great time to check out the NFL lockout situation, review your stock portfolio, or call your mother. Because you ain’t gonna be a fan of this post. …
rants
Gifted kids are not like other kids
Oh, I’m sure that title alone will piss some people off. Because, you know, gifted means the child in question is smarter, prettier, more special, more deserving, walks on water, dispenses poop in scented plastic baggies, and has absolutely no …
I am not “The Giving Tree”
If you’re joining from the Living My MoMent Summer Blog Tour, welcome! Somehow I was lucky enough to be given the very last day of the tour. It’s been a long summer, with a lot of wonderful blogs to read, …
Watch out Sarah, Mama Grizzlies ARE rising up
Ohhhh Sarah, Sarah, Sarah… How can we miss you if you won’t go away? Wait. Hold that thought. Just go away, I certainly won’t miss you. The laughs I get when you open your mouth and the stupid falls out …
CONSTANT VIGILANCE! aka Raising #gifted sons
CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Many thanks to Mad Eye Moody for the dead-on description of what it’s like to live with and raise gifted sons. People will watch them and comment, “Oh my, they keep you on your toes, don’t they?” Duh, …
Dear So and So…The Apology Edition
As I am convinced that this here little blog is a megaphone to the universe, and Murphy and his little Law in particular, I offer up a slew of apologies (but no sacrifices, I’m fresh out of goats) in hopes …
Just a couple of things and I’ll feel so much better
It’s really been a craptastic three weeks. The fan got tired of being the target and started throwing shit back at us. Now I know how the fan feels. Poor fan. But, God willing, things will calm down in the …
What would you do
If you would just get up off your 21st century butt and do it? Not “what would you do if you knew you would not fail.” That’s a cop out. If I knew I wouldn’t fail, I’d steal a dirigible …
How much do you love your kids?
Do you love them enough to ensure they’re eating properly? Do you love them enough to make sure they’re buckled into your car safely? Do you love them enough to make sure they’re wearing a helmet when they’re on anything …
I blame 2006
Dear 2006, What did I do to you? Seriously, did I pee in your Cheerios one morning and not know it? February is over, 2009 has blessedly passed, and yet…things are still askew. Thinking back, waaaayyy back, I came to …