As a last moment decision, Doug, The Boy, and I went to the beach on Friday.  It was so relaxing and lovely.  We wandered Rehoboth a little bit and then drove up to Cape Henlopen for the rest of the afternoon.  We stayed until dusk.  Apparently, I have some complusive sickness because my ideal beach time involved knitting and watching Doug and ( Read more... )

Every now again, when the bodyhate stuff starts creeping up on me, something awesome happens that makes me reconsider a bit.  In this instance, I am sick.  Why is this awesome?  Because the bodyhate in my case manifests itself all weird.  I skip brushing my teeth, eat crap food, stop shaving, don't sleep, and don't get enough water.  Basically, I  ( Read more... )

I am feeling suddenly and very intensely lonely just now.   Very little this week has worked out as I (loosely) planned.  For example I am just now getting the autumn decorations up. In addition,  I have such an odd assortment of "pretties" that get less and less cohesive every year.  I love the look of all my old glass and stuff, but frankly, it's ( Read more... )

I really, really, want to be better by this weekend.  Really.  Not that I have anything very special planned, well except for stealing candy from Sebastian.  You see, we'd decided to go ahead and let him go trick or treating with Landen this year and THEN... wait for it.... he'll donate his candy to poor children to don't get candy (MAMA AND DADA)  ( Read more... )

OH HAI MENSES.

So glad you could make it to the party.  Three weeks late, but hey, you'd have missed all the fun if you had shown up on time.  Thank God Doug stayed home for a few hours this morning to get me started AND the The Boy went down for his nap.

*crawls off to bed*

Am sick.  Has phlegm, scratchy itchy sore throat, cough, fever, etc, etc.  The Boy too, although he seems to be in better spirits than I.  He has also been generally refusing to sleep for the past  few days, which makes it harder. Waaaay harder.  So I'm prepared to be sick Mom at home with sick kiddo tomorrow.  I really hate that. My husband is one ( Read more... )