Did they leave me AGAIN? I’ve pretty much guaranteed that P.J. will never again leave the house- for real this time. Saturday was innocuous enough; a few errands and appointments and general loafishness. It was Sunday that hit him like a ton of bricks. Over coffee (mine), Ovatine (Peej’s) and Costco waffles (all Nora’s- she doesn’t even begin to think about sharing those), I made a list. A little list. Of stuff we HAD to get done before this coming week. And before the {Read More}
Insulation Confrontation- The Sequel
October 4, 2010 By 3 Comments
This needs insulatin’, too. The insulation guys are upstairs. So, I’m assuming that our crawlspaces are being done up. (Hopefully the right side up this time.) There was a momentary glitch this a.m. when a neighbor flung my lawn chair (previously gracing a parking spot in front of the house) into a different neighbor’s yard. Then he parked his car. So Nora and I ran outside to a) retrieve our chair and b) give an evil eye to the chair flinger. {Read More}
Insulation Cancellation…*
September 30, 2010 By 3 Comments
Overshot the Peekaboo. …and My Kid Is Terrific (Parts 1 and 77, respectively.) *Thanks, Dorrie. Yesterday, we were going to have a guy come and fix our crawlspaces. They are seriously hurting. Four attic-like rooms off of the upstairs bedrooms- two the size of [really awful] bedrooms themselves- and all with upside down insulation…if at all. (There are, however, crazy amounts of notebooks, beer bottle caps and at least one high school prom mug. Good Counsel, Class of ’83, if anyone’s {Read More}
But who’s gonna meter my rage?
August 12, 2010 By 1 Comment
Today’s post is a failed attempt at guest-blogging for a bigger site. So I’m using it here- ’cause I LIKE it, even if it met none of the previously-non-mentioned-but-yeah-it-kinda-makes-sense criteria. It’s just as well- I’m horrid at following directions (baking, unplugging my laptop during a storm, that whole waiting after eating to swim…) I wrote it about a month ago. Ah, how simple things were back then. They were different times. {Read More}
Home is where the Swiffer is.
June 24, 2010 By 5 Comments
My Wii Fit was snarky to me this morning. We have a history, that thing and I do. Back in January it called me obese. Then the boxing instructor openly mocked me. And if it’s been a bit of time between sessions, the Wii console character is all- Well howdy DO, lazy butt! My “trainer” is condescending. And forever changing her hairstyle. And wondering if- perhaps- I’m putting too much pressure on my toes. Or my heels. Ease up, heifer! {Read More}
"Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday…"
April 26, 2010 By 12 Comments
I have Mount St. Laundry in my stairwell. And it cannot be scaled. The tumbleweed cat hair is the size of the actual cats. So of course on Saturday morning I told P.J.- “I need to paint the upstairs bathroom.” He responded to this the way he generally reacts to any major change in the household; with complete and utter dismay. A little stonewalling. Perhaps a half hour of ignoring (which never, never works). He asked me why. I wanted to tell {Read More}
Friends: 0. (Sigh.)
March 29, 2010 By 12 Comments
At the risk of sounding like a fourteen year-old girl, I am going to start implementing some changes to my Facebook page. Notably, my “friends.” Notice the quotes. I do not put the quotes around my real friends. (I use my arms!) The former are people whom, if I happened to bump into, would most likely not recognize. My “friends” are people who could care less about my writing, my daughter, my husband, my “dream house” (more quotes!) or status updates regarding {Read More}
I didn’t even mention all the poosplosions.
February 18, 2010 By 7 Comments
Oh my stars, 10,000 hits on the ol’ Bob Loblaw’s Law Blog! (Or, you know, this one.) Let’s see who the lucky reader is! Okie doke, someone from Wells, Maine. Hello! So happy to meetcha! And you got here via a search for…the top 10 songs about narcissism. Welcome. This morning upon waking I discovered that all of the feeling in my arms, hands and fingers was missing. There’s a distinct possibility that this was because I slept on my {Read More}
