So, I went camping.
Camping.

Yeah. Let that sink in a moment. It was about nine months ago, so the trauma has died down a bit and I can recall it with a benign sense of well being. Sort of. And most of my hair has grown back.

( Everything is say is ABSOLUTELY true. Swear to God. )

In the midst of my flu-induced haze Friday evening, I had just enough presence of mind to check the results of this year's cheerleading tryouts. That's right. Cheerleading tryouts. Both of my sons made Tascosa High School Cheerleaders for the second year running. If you thought I was shocked when they told us that they wanted to try out last ( Read more... )

I have two teenaged boys ( Read more... )

It has been perhaps years since I've blogged on a daily basis. I guess I don't have as much to say as I used to? Or maybe I'm just out of the habit, but regardless of the reason, I've decided to throw myself into NaBloPoMo with verve and gusto, and see where it lands me. (Thanks, elle_blessing for the shove. I needed it ( Read more... )

It's been almost a year since my last Horrific Adult Story. It's not that there haven't been a few, they just that they've been a little thin on real horror ( Read more... )

Hi there, all! It seems that the month of September came to school, ate my lunch and then kicked my rear end like you wouldn't believe.  I can count the amount of time I had to spend on the computer in minutes per week, instead of hours.  It was refreshing, in its way.  Here it is in one neatly wrapped up post.  Ready?  Here we go.

( Theatre, football, writing, and other stuff... )

Oh the way home from dinner this evening...

Ethan. (Sticks a toothpick between his front teeth and turns to his mother) Hey! Look at me! I'm one of those.... Um... One of those...

Aaron. (From the backseat, helpfully) ...Idiots?

Carrie. (snaps fingers, is reproachful while stifling a giggle) AJ!

Aaron. Sorry.

Carrie. Ethan, he's sorry ( Read more... )

( Photographic Restrospective:2006 - 2012 )

( A photoessay of our last trip to the cabin... )

Aaron: Who's Lady Gaga, again?

Me: She's the famous singer that wears lots of makeup and no pants.

Aaron: Why doesn't she wear pants?

Me: She doesn't like 'em, I guess.

Aaron: Neither do I, and I'm not famous!

Ethan: Try wearing as much makeup as her, and you might be!

Aaron. Please. No one wants to see that.
*****
These kids. They slay me.

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