Posted in September 2013

DP: I wish I could sing.

DP: I wish I could sing.

I love to sing. LOVE IT! I sing all the time, all day… every day. But I’m not so very good at it. It’s not so bad that you would cover your ears and run for the hills, but it’s not America’s Got Talent worthy either (I know there are actually singing talent shows, but … Continue reading

The baby’s crying.

The baby’s crying.

February, 2006. 11:30pm, so tired but I can’t sleep. It’s not because I don’t want to, that’s for damn sure.  If I had it my way I would have jumped into bed as soon as I got home from work this evening. But no, instead I had to pick up the baby from daycare, feed … Continue reading

It’s all in your head.

No, really, Alice*. There is nothing wrong with you except the fact that you’re bat shit fucking crazy. Either that, or you’re infected with this disease I call the “Suburban Sickness.” You started complaining on Monday that you were “hot.” Not in the good/sexy kinda way (um, duh… I have eyes), or even the you’re-almost-at-that-age … Continue reading

I will not hold your hand, nor will I hide.

B: “How’s it going?” Me: “Good.. getting settled into the school routine. I’m coaching her soccer team so that’s been fun, we have the second game tomorrow.” B: “Sweet” 20 minutes pass… no other text messages come. Me: “… how have you been?” B: “Pretty good. Just working a lot. Nothing exciting to report haha.” … Continue reading

On the road.

That’s where this post comes to you from! Somewhere between DE and VA, USA. Actually we’re pretty close to the bay bridge which is how we mark the halfway point home. I’m not really writing with any intent, just passing the time to keep my mind off my husband’s driving. I love him dearly but … Continue reading

An anticlimactic response.

If you didn’t read On being “that” person, go check that out first or this won’t make sense. I’ll wait. Not a problem,  they are all yours. Not offense taken.  I have always said.  You are the coaches.   Let me know if you want help. I am sure you will do fine. You have … Continue reading

On being “that” person.

I left soccer practice tonight feeling frustrated. Not the kind of frustrated that means I need some lovin’.. but the kind that makes me feel like I want to punch someone in the neck. Specifically, Coach B, who is not even a coach at all. Lemme back up. Four weeks ago we had our first practice, … Continue reading

Winner winner chicken dinner.

There are few things I love more than playing with words and phrases. It’s not good blogging etiquette to sit and explain to you how the title ties into the content but I’m going to anyway.. cause that’s the whole point! Write in the Wrong Way… get it??? Winner: I won tickets to an acoustic O.A.R. … Continue reading