Usually here on Sundays I do a little Week in Review thing cleverly disguised as just another post.
Really, I consider it a value-added day because not only do I usually tell a little story but I point out other posts I had written throughout the week that you might not have known existed, slipping through the Facebook cracks between suggested posts for Sparkle paper towels and what state people are told by a quiz they should be living in. Or maybe you just never got around to opening the email.
Just looking to help a sister (or brother, as is sometimes the case) out.
But after losing my fucking tooth last night, and really needing to make a very short story quite long, there wasn’t really room to tack on the requisite posts from earlier in the week. I mean, since this blog is written and posted on the Internet, there is actually an infinite amount of space, but I’m already pretty chatty — I use way too many words when writing these things, — and studies show that people reading anything online can deal with about 300-400 words at a sitting and until they click over to somewhere else.
I tend to run a little longer than that.
Anyway, now that I’ve really warmed you up and you’re practically begging for more (or conversely, ready to click over to Facebook), here are some of the very exciting things that have been happening in my life over the last seven days including the humiliating loss of a tooth, a rage against Valentine’s Day and a love story starring a minivan …
I tend to have recurring dreams, with many of the same themes cycling through my brain, night after night.
There’s the one where I’m packing a suitcase or boarding an airplane. I always seem to be taking off and never landing. (READ MORE … )
I am not a festive person. I do not come from festive people.
As such, I do not own colorful sweaters, necklaces that light up like Christmas tree lights or candy cane earrings.
It used to bum my children out that I didn’t want to create a cemetery in our front yard for Halloween or string twinkly lights in the front bushes in December. Isn’t it enough I buy costumes and put up a tree? Can’t they be happy with a wreath?
Seriously. (READ MORE … )
You might have read here that I am on a quest to bring the minivan back.
I’ve been rocking my Town & Country rental all week.
Since I started driving my shiny white beautyfollowing a little run-in with a tractor-trailer, I’ve started thinking a lot about – given all the vehicle’s bells and whistles, not to mention roominess – why so many of us parents insist on driving around the suburbs in big rigs. (READ MORE … )
It happened again this week. For maybe the fifth time in his life, I left my youngest child some place he wasn’t supposed to be.
And he’s getting tired of it and frankly, I can’t say I really blame the kid.
Someone should take away my mom license. (READ MORE … )
There’s a house around the corner from us, set along a busy thoroughfare running through town, which has had stacks of books piled up on an enclosed porch in front for as long as I can remember. The entrance is lined with curtained windows through which passersby can see mountains of books surrounding the room, piled high into the middle of each window. (READ MORE … )