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.
Category: being mom
Okay, you guys. This is one of the few blogs in which I will espouse giving away things to people you don’t know. Today in the grocery store, they had people outside that were soliciting items for the Tacoma City School District. They said that there were kids at their school that were in need
I had like three blogs planned out to write yesterday. Then I got sucked into three consecutive games of Age of Empires, and, well. I’m not kidding, four or five hours can go by in a snap. What’s the thing I wanted to talk about? Oh yes. Goodman is getting married.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I have been commanded to make a very important announcement: The Kid turned six years old today. He would like everyone to know that today is his birthday and he got many cool presents. Thank you.
Most frazzled morning ever, team. Really. Have you been wondering where I’ve been the past three days? Of course you have. The answer is, I’ve been spending time on the beautiful Hood Canal.
Team. First day of school for the Kid today. Can you say waterworks? I was so mad at myself today. I got the times confused…not that I didn’t know what time to be there, I knew when I was supposed to be there, I just got the hours confused and ended up rushing my ass
I was thinking today about being in relationships, and what makes them work and what makes them fall apart. I reread some of the 100 Miles stuff tonight, and I was thinking about how I finished up right when the Kid was born. I didn’t continue with the rest of the story…one, because there wasn’t much drama
So my son turns on Nick at Nite, then goes to bed, leaving me here MySpazzing and suddenly realizing that my TV screen is currently populated with a young John Stamos, Mary-Kate (or Ashley) and Candace Whoever. Cameron? I don’t know. Plus loads of bad acting that as a kid, I just thought was the
I have discovered that the Kid will be an awesome blogger as he gets older. He never stops talking. It’s like this constant stream of random, five-year-old consciousness coming from him. When it’s not inane questions about things (why, why, why…?) then it’s not-so-educated discourse on where sneezes come from, who I’m going to get married