Remember way back when, when Kid was turning six and wanted me to announce that today was his very-special-extremely-important day? Yes. It seems like yesterday. And then, last weekend, this happened. No, but seriously, it did. NOT ONLY did he turn eighteen last year (as you will recall, he was in fact born in the… Continue reading well, it happened
As The Kid likes to remind me (and thank me for, for some reason), he was born in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand. Which means that this year, 2018, he is turning...you guessed it...18. 18. Eighteen. One-Eight. Like, do you remember this? Because I sure do. I literally feel like this was just… Continue reading we approach a milestone
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… Continue reading i really can’t believe it’s come down to this.
Before you ask, yes, this is about my beloved grandma. Last post about it, I promise. And also: family. And, being brave. My grandma's funeral was today. It was amazing to see everyone and hear all the ways she touched people's lives. I learned a bunch of things, actually, that I never knew about the… Continue reading well, i did it. i was a big weepy mess, but i did it.
So, if you're an actual person reading this blog (which is more rare than you'd think, actually), you may have noticed the decided lack of TBT posts recently. Which is partly because I've been a total slacker, and partly because even in 441 posts to date, there are only so many I think are worthy… Continue reading throwback thursdays (vol. 14): generosity – in pictures, in blogs, in life. yep.
My baby-daddy got admitted to the hospital last night. It makes me laugh a little to call him that, seeing as we're both way too old and grown up to have anything like baby-daddies or -mamas. Anyway. He's got something going on where his immune system is attacking his blood, resulting in extremely low platelet… Continue reading thank goodness it’s not awkward or anything.
This is one of my favorites not because it's written exceptionally well (it's really not), but because every time I read it, I remember this conversation and how funny it was. My son may not appreciate me sharing this with my own small section of the internet, but, well...we'll deal with that if it happens.… Continue reading throwback thursdays (vol. 4): on boogers. oh, and ovaries too
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… Continue reading my mom. and a psa.
...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… Continue reading yep it is…
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… Continue reading sunk