September 13, 2015
Waiting for the Train x10
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September 11, 2015
Offended? Well, jump on the bandwagon.
Just for shits and giggles, I posted my “funny” story on Facebook. Facebook, which is the online manifestation of Satan himself for all the crap it causes. Because it turns out that what I thought was an amusing, lighthearted anecdote from the 4th grade playground was hugely offensive to a group of boys’ moms. And instead of calling me and talking to me about it (which would have elicited a heartfelt apology and groveling on my part as I absolutely did not mean to upset anyone), they instead spun themselves up to the point where another mom (who is rational not offended) felt the need to call me just to let me know what was going on. There are, apparently, screen caps of my post and miles of angry text messages. Over a four-square tussle between 10-year-olds. That I – and many, many others – thought was funny.
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September 10, 2015
And she shall be king
M picked up Zoe from after care and took her to piano lessons last night, so I could go meet the new J-School dean. So he got all the stories of the day that I normally have the pleasure of hearing. I did get home in time to read for a bit with her, and tuck her into bed. After, M shared this gem:
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September 9, 2015
The eye has it
Well, I’ve been writing a lot lately, but for work. This is not a bad thing. Writing in any form is good.
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September 3, 2015
Kryptonite
I posted this on Facebook last night and thought maybe I should put it here, too, for my non-Facebook readers:
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August 18, 2015
Mean People Suck
I almost had such a good day today.
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August 12, 2015
Open Mic, the train station, and my left foot
I went to Open Mic last night, as usual, and was blown away by the words shared there, as usual.
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August 5, 2015
National Days of Ridiculousness
M called us on the way home from work yesterday to announce that he had just heard on the radio that it was National Chocolate Chip Day. Naturally, as soon as he came home, we opened the bag of chocolate chips and celebrated as we made dinner.
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August 1, 2015
How MODOT drove me to insanity today
I was all set to pick up Zoe from camp today. All ready. We made plans to meet the other parents on the school tennis courts at 1 p.m., leaving immediately for the 50-minute drive to camp with time to spare on the 2 p.m. pick-up time. We left promptly at 1. Ten minutes later, I was screaming inside my head.
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July 30, 2015
My missing piece
I miss my little girl. She’s away at camp and I am not with her and I feel as though I am missing an appendage.
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