Siblings


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That’s mine!

And then you say…

That’s not how you do it.

Stop it!

You never let me…

Don’t be such a baby.

But you promised…

Leave me alone!

Why won’t you play with me?

Don’t tell mom.

I told you so.

I’m never playing with you again!

Come on, lets go…

Bedtime Stories: Please Check All Large Trunks


This weekend I asked for suggestions for this week’s Trifecta topic. Toenails, and later knees and elbows were the suggestions offered. Trifecta’s challenge for this week was to use the word flight, defined: 3a : a trip made by or … Continue reading

Vomit, my affair with Apple, and I’m still lovely…


The constitution needs an amendment to initiate a warning system for parents whose children are about to get sick. The government likes to be involved in the everyday life of its citizens, and we amend the constitution for everything else, so why not right?

If such a warning system were in place today, I still would be busy with one of the messy jobs of parenthood, but at least I could have run to the store for a gas mask and some gloves. One kid down (with the flu) a few more to go.

As far as my affair with Apple…it is a love hate kind of thing. Love them enough to write a song (see: All I Want For Christmas is Some Apple Stock). I hate that I dropped by phone from about 3 feet high (person in wheelchair is taller than they appear) and this time cracked the glass in the corner. This is not the first time I’ve dropped the phone, but I guess it was waiting for the worst possible moment to actually break.

That being said; today I was nominated by a lovely person herself at “Xanax or Running Shoes” for the One Lovely Blog Award.. This award is like a man…conditional…(just kidding husband dearest); but I think I am going to follow all the guidelines this weekend when I can concentrate. If I try to do it now, my post might be covered in broken glass and vomit, and I don’t think you all want to see that.