…And then there are the days when you realize that you are actually too tired for coffee. Like, too tired to make yourself another cup, too tired to consume it, and too tired to acknowledge the caffeine (which, let’s be honest, would be like putting out a forest fire with a squirt gun). So you have another cup of coffee. And you sit on the floor while drinking it because- again- you’re on borrowed energy, here. And you look at {Read More}
We’ve Traveled So Far- Like, Really Far.
December 5, 2012 By 4 Comments
Pretty normal, right? This is the nativity set that my sister gave me. It’s quite nice. It’s also slightly supernatural. BECAUSE. Every time I set it up with everyone facing baby Jesus (which generally only happens once in a season- I’m rarely in there playing with them and talking for each guy like miniature Weebles)… every time I set it up and leave the room… I come back to find this
It’s Coming From Inside The House!
July 11, 2012 By 2 Comments
So, I’ve always had an overactive imagination. But I’ve got nothing on my child. If you’re a close n’ personal Facebook friend, then this image got all up in your feed all day yesterday. Apologies. But it still just boggles my mind. Lemme ‘splain: Nora, since she was roughly eighteen months old, has always pointed at our kitchen cabinet and told us about her bunny that lives there. We’re artists. We believe in imaginary play and all that other hippie {Read More}
Forget The Girls- I’M Going To Trade School.
May 7, 2012 By 3 Comments
ALL the furniture must be moved. All. Sometimes I feel like I’m hosting a contractor convention- and I’m the keynote speaker as well as the janitor. On Friday afternoon, we had our heating and cooling guys out yet again. “But Keely,” you ask. “Didn’t you just pay close to 4k for an a brand new a/c system?” Yup. Yes, we did. “And Keely,” you insist. “Didn’t they leave the job with only one floor cooled, completely undermining the crux of {Read More}
Someone should really clean this kid up…
March 28, 2011 By 2 Comments
Workaday, workaday. P.J. has returned and has brought with him a heart-shaped rock, so all is right with the world. While it’s exceptionally good to have him back (and Nora, who has still yet to see him due to irregular sleeping patterns, will most likely lose her petite li’l head), here are a few surprising things that I have learned over this long weekend: 1. The biggest fear I have about being the only grownup at home- more than burglars, murderers, {Read More}
Maybe Haunted Posts need their own blog day.
September 9, 2010 By 2 Comments
How can she post again so soon, you ask yourselves? What could have POSSIBLY gone down since Tuesday that’s worth blogging about? Not much, really. But that’s kinda the point- when one’s main trifecta of posting involves bodily functions/petty grievances/insignificant minutiae, it’s never a slow news day. Update- 10pm bedtime month has been defiled. Disrespected. Nay- disregarded. And by 10pm’s strongest- and loudest- proponent, no less. I’m talking to P.J., Mr. Falling Asleep On The Couch Until 11ish. Plus, PLUS, {Read More}
Oh boy OH BOY!
February 25, 2010 By 4 Comments
After the psychotic terror of last week’s escapade, I think I was due for some good luck. And what’s luckier than someone else cleaning your house? NOTHING! I’ve always [since 1988] been excellent about keeping a room/ bed/ secret-detective-office, etc/ decently clean. I still do. But there’s just something about that one area of the bathroom/kitchen/couch that always needs cleaning. And you always clean it. But every now and then (say, every five months or so) that you have an {Read More}
