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
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
This week being the Kid’s birthday, I thought I’d dredge up a post about he and I from way back. In the same spirit, today’s TBT picture is from waaaaay before I started blogging, in fact before he was born. Yes, that’s me. Yes, I’m pregnant. And yes, I’m in a Winnie the Pooh costume.
Today is November 11th. Which is, of course, Veteran’s Day. And also: The Kid’s birthday. There is (naturally) a 100 Miles post about the day he was born, which is now officially 14 years in the past. I really can’t believe that this face Is now 14 years old. Let me spell it out for you.
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.
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
I have three blogfriends! So exciting. So Punk came and got his stuff yesterday. I told him I didn’t want to be in the house when he came and he said I was being a petty 5 year old. Which I think is dumb because a) I may be five but I’m not petty, and
…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
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
This one was really difficult for me. I don’t think I did very well, but at least I think I got my point across. Let me just say that I’m not the world’s biggest film critic. I like movies that other people think are vanilla or cotton-candyish, and I’m not really into movies that