how I’m killing it at this gig

It’s 11:00am, and I’m seriously considering making dinner tonight.

This is significant in a number of ways.  There are more days than I’d like to admit when putting an evening meal together just isn’t top of my list, and the times when I’ve made it a priority I’ve experienced what one might call a notable lack of positive reinforcement.  (Hello there, T-man and Bear.)

If I do manage to think about dinner, it’s usually a semi-panicky revelation right before BrightSide comes home.  As in oh crap, it’s 5:30, what on earth are the kids gonna eat?!

So for me to be thinking about making dinner, and at 11:00 in the morning no less, is a big step in the right direction.  Or it means I’m hungry for lunch.  Either way, I’ve gotten food focused.

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wcw – no fear, no failure

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”

– Julia Child

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A valid point, Ms. Child, and one I’d argue applies to many aspects of life.

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Live free, live wild…

Live like there is no failure, only varying degrees of success.

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the things we do for love (AKA what the hell am I doing?)

You have to admit, crazy or not, we all do things for love.  We step way outside our comfort zone when we’re dating, and the more serious things get the more likely we are to do something strange in the name of amore.  Shoot, this nutty instinct still kicks in even after you’ve been together for years.

Sometimes the acts are big, sometimes they’re small…and sometimes they just seem downright bizarre.

‘Cuz, you know…love.

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intervention for special snowflakes – all together now: “mess up, ‘fess up”

Generations pass through one by one.  The Greatest Generation, Baby Boomers, Generation X, the MTV Generation, Generation Y…each one’s characteristics become steadily less flattering as the years progress, eventually evolving into Gen-Y teens and young adults in the world today.

Now we’re looking at a group of kids tentatively labeled Generation Z.  Children born after 2000, a group sometimes referred to as Generation ADD due to their inability to concentrate longer than a few seconds on anything.  Kind of like gnats, only with bigger feet and appetites.

Now I’m not rocking on the porch, sipping lemonade and longing for the good old days, but there’s some stuff going down with the kids.  Stuff that’s gonna come back to bite us in the end.  It seems our only option is intervention.

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my 20 givens

“Al’s father is 45.  He is 15 years older than twice Al’s age.  How old is Al?”

Let’s say Al’s age = x.  We also know that 45 is 15 more than twice Al’s age, so we need to transfer each part into math speak.  

Al’s age is x, so twice Al’s age is 2x, and 15 more than twice Al’s age is 15 + 2x.

Oh, finagle.  Check it out here if you’re interested.

Here are some of my givens in life, ones of the non-word problem sort.

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six inch or footlong?

Some of my early W2 jobs were real winners – tough hours, long shifts on my feet – but hey, they provided a paycheck which is what it’s all about.  #7jobs laid out my early efforts to earn money and the sorts of categories they typically fell in.

That first string of jobs landed me in kids, ice cream, movies, ice cream, camera/Hallmark store, Subway, and kids.  Anyone else notice some recurring themes?

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solving the stink mystery

This is so not a post bemoaning the life of a stay-at-home mom.  Just trust me on that, please. Click over because this mama is on point when it comes to being real.

Like, for real real.

This is snort-out-loud funny.

We clean things so they can be destroyed right before you drop by.  I don’t mean to brag, but my kids are capable of making my house a major health code violation in ten seconds flat. Sometimes I think about posting pictures of what my house looks like when it’s clean – just for reference.

Welcome to my home.  Here is a picture of what my house looked like one time last week.  It could also look like this more often if I had 47 maids and manservants.

Due to a current cash flow problem, we have had to reduce our Downton Abbey staff size.

Please come back in 25 years to see it like this again.

Thank you.”

What do stay-at-home moms do all day? – Motherly

it’s go time

It’s been a long and winding road.  One that stretched for miles, really…up hills and into valleys, across deserts and mountains, through snow covered fields and along the coast until a glowing horizon finally signaled day’s end.

It’s Election Day in America.  Amen, hallelujah, pass the butter beans.

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