Parenting sucks. There it is, my first thought when the alarm went off at 5:10 this morning. If you have never read my blog before and you are thinking of clicking that FOLLOW button based on the above statement because you can’t stand your kids and you feel like this blog will be a place…
A 1.8 million year old skull was found in Dmanisi, Georgia and I am once again in awe. I tend to wonder about the people that came before me and those that will follow when I’m gone. I think about it a lot, always have. I look at old photographs and feel a connection to people.…
When our daughter left for college last year, I ran around buying and organizing everything I could possibly control. We moved her to her dorm, returned home, I finished cleaning out her room and I cried. I knew immediately that I would miss the day to day. Michael kept walking by her room and checking…
Give me the thing that I love. Put your hands up, make them touch. When I was in college I used to go to this dinky theatre and watch performance artists. Lady Gaga is the queen of performance art. There is a difference between getting half naked and gyrating on stage for the sake of…
There’s nothing left to write. It’s all been written, I’m out of ideas and stories and…well, I’m done. I was going to write about Dexter’s season finale. Really? Is that what it’s come to? I’m now doing television show reviews? I don’t even watch television, remember? Well, maybe I watch a little now, but television…
It is not often that the words “death” and “vibrator” come together in the same conversation, let alone the same sentence. At least not in my life. I’m sure the two words taken individually could produce a plethora of entertaining dialogue, but together they make for an interesting nail appointment. I’m sitting in the cushy…
I bake. As with most things, I’ve tried to figure this out. Why do I bake? I’m not domestic, per se. I don’t pride myself on being a perfect wife or an adoring mother. I don’t bake cookies with my kids, I don’t mess up the kitchen and just have crazy fun making all kinds…
I was at the gym today. I know…so many riveting posts begin with “I was at the gym”, but I promise not to launch into how many squat thrusts I did because I’m not even sure what those are. I mention the gym only as an explanation for how I found myself noticing a woman…
Orville Wright didn’t have a pilot’s license. Now that’s most likely because he and his brother are credited with the first flight. All the licensing and regulatory business came later, but I like the idea that one of the pioneers of flight wasn’t licensed. It’s similar to the quote in the movie Julie and Julia…”Julia…