i really can’t believe it’s come down to this.

THIS young man started HIGH SCHOOL this month. There’s no other way to say it. I’m getting old. Since it’s now my official job to highly embarrass him as greatly and as often as I can: I’m so stinking proud of him. He’s doing so well, and he’s so smart, and handsome (naturally). I look…

my mom. and a psa.

PSA As you may know, I’ve been spending time over the last several weeks moving my downloaded MySpaz blogs here, to my fabulous new blog site. What I didn’t realize is that anyone subscribed to this blog is getting a notification every time I posted one, even though I thought I was being terribly clever in backdating…

yep it is…

…a Mom’s Day blog. You know what gets me? When your ex tells your kid that he can choose between hanging out with his mom on mother’s day or go to a baseball game with his dad and entire rest of the Brady Bunch family. Like what kid is going to choose to hang out…

sunk

Once again, I missed the the LFB deadline. I have it mostly done. I just don’t have the heart to finish. Instead, I need to tell you about my evening, if you don’t mind listening for a bit. Let me preface this by warning you (as requested after the last sad sob story) that it…

i am a fire hazard

So, okay. Based on my dear Vilate’s review of Night at the Museum, I went and picked up the Kid for the evening to go see it. She was totally right, it is totally worth it. Even when you’re crammed into the second row in the only two seats left together in the entire auditorium.…