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Hair and food (such an appealing combo!)

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008

Yesterday I had to take Taylor to the dentist for a follow up visit (cavity!). After signing him back in at the school, one of his teachers came up to me and said:
“What happened to Taylor’s hair?”
And she said it in the same concerned and bewildered tone one might use when asking someone about […]

Warding off Alzheimer’s one square at a time

Monday, February 25th, 2008

Saturday night I took the kids, Tay, Rea, and W., to see a performance by the BBQ Kittens, an improv group that performs shows similar to “Whose Line is it Anyway.”
On the way there we met Chris to switch cars. During the Chinese Fire Drill Chris dropped his OUR cell phone. […]

Idiot

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

This morning I’m feeling a little “off,” a little fuzzy headed. My idiocy was just confirmed by the following internal dialogue while checking my email:
“Oh, a Freecycle email urgently needing a bassinet. I wonder who plays the bassinet? Did a child just join band? Or did someone suddenly have a whim […]

Wednesday, January 16th, 2008

My kids received their report cards last Friday.
Not awful, but:
Reagan had a C in science and Taylor had a low B.
Worse then that, though, was their teacher’s comment:
“Could do better.”
A less pretentious way of saying “doesn’t work up to full potential,” but more subtle than saying “Your spawn is LAZY.”
I’m really […]

Mortifying

Friday, August 10th, 2007

Yesterday afternoon I had a doctor appointment in Peoria, at 3:00. I left Princeville at 2:00-ish and, arriving “in town,” realized I had 15 minutes to spare before my appointment. I decided to run into Linen’s and Things and buy a birthday present I needed for today (happy birthday Laura!). Imagine […]

Teenage boys are mysterious creatures.

Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

Yesterday my son told me this story:
“Mom, after P.E. someone stole my shoe. He put it in Devon’s locker, who was absent today, and locked it up. I couldn’t get it out and had to go to class BAREFOOT.”
Yes, my 13 year-old did not have the problem solving skills to say, maybe wear […]