I know, you’re sick of our grass. You don’t care. But I care.
The people who owned our home had some kind of obsession with rocks. There are small ugly rocks in every planter. And it’s not a small layer. The rocks are inches deep. In some places close to a foot. All year long, I [...]
Archive for September, 2009
Let me tell you about our grass
Posted in Uncategorized on September 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I’m thankful
Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2009 | 4 Comments »
This morning I watered our grass, like I do every morning at the butt crack of dawn. I have to go out the front door because we have the back yard lawn cordoned off like a police crime scene, only tighter. We have a snow fence and all the lawn furniture on their sides near [...]
Biological Warfare
Posted in Uncategorized on September 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Our house is like a breeding ground for flies. I think it’s a combination of our neighbors who never pick up their dog poop and our kids who don’t know how to shut doors. At this point, I’ve given up. I figure just as many flies are going out as coming in.
I’ve thought about throwing [...]
What did the Doctor say?
Posted in Uncategorized on September 14, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Let me preface this post with some back ground.
I sing to my babies every day. Several times a day. Since birth. Yes, I’m rather amazing like that. Or maybe, it’s more of like a free trump card. When they grow up and we’re in therapy I can be all, “I sang to you every day [...]
Verbose
Posted in Uncategorized on September 3, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I’m going to totally embarrass myself here. And I’m going to expand your vocabulary.
I’ve only gotten into one fist fight in my life. Knock on wood, cross my fingers, send up a prayer to the Big Kahuna. I was in high school. I was having a hard time with a group of girls. Who [...]
Cake Decorating for Beginners
Posted in Uncategorized on September 1, 2009 | 3 Comments »
This year my goal is to find McKayla some joy. Just a little bit. I’m happy with a small tiny little corner of joy, really anything. She is so sad and despondent about being homeschooled. Her biggest complaint is the lack of social interaction. She misses her friends. I don’t know how she can possibly [...]
