They're f#£&ing FLIP FLOPS!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Monday, May 06, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Friday Night Therapy
On the way up the hill to the best little steakhouse ever with my soul mate and best friend, the man who saved me from a miserable place a handful of years ago.
It's been a fucked-up week, but it's a gorgeous night and it feels good to be out, soundtrack by LMFAO and Patsy Cline and Shattersphere and Trailer Choir and Ke$ha -- and it's all good.
It's been a fucked-up week, but it's a gorgeous night and it feels good to be out, soundtrack by LMFAO and Patsy Cline and Shattersphere and Trailer Choir and Ke$ha -- and it's all good.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
This blows.
It is so windy, there's a draft in my car strong enough to chill me, despite the fact that all the windows and doors are sealed and the heater is blasting.
Why don't grown-ups get snow days?
Why don't grown-ups get snow days?
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day to My Best Friend
It's occurred to me more than once this week just how much I depend on this amazing man in my daily functioning. While I'm being treated like a queen in Dallas by a wonderful company I'm delighted to work for, I miss my other half terribly.
I used to think strength meant independence. Over the past several years, though, I've learned how difficult it can be to learn how to trust somebody with your heart again - and what a wonderful feeling it is to feel accepted and unconditionally loved... and how much stronger I feel as half of this partnership. The fact that I feel lonely and lost after just a little bit of time away, the fact that I think both of us are better people for having found and learning to trust each other... And as I told a co-worker and new friend yesterday, Scott and I have found ourselves in some crazy situations, some awful places, and some interesting circumstances over the last six and a half years - but there's no one else in the world I'd rather have those misadventures with. He's the one I want to call whenever I have news of any kind... he's the one I want to be next to, whether we're saying anything at all or just sitting...he's the one whose touch calms me down and fires me up...he's my other half and my soul mate and the person I want to grow old next to.
Happy Valentine's Day, honey. I love you and I can't wait to get home.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Shame On You, Howbert Coach!
I'm completely disgusted right now. I'm a big believer that the purpose of youth sports is to teach sportsmanship right along with fundamentals.
So, Mr. Coach of the Howbert Elementary traveling basketball B-squad team, shame on you. If I wasn't annoyed enough already after an entire game of listening to you scream at your own players with contempt (they're fourth graders, for Christ's sake), then start making horrible calls in your referee duties when you noticed your team was losing...
Sir, the icing on the cake Came at the end of the hard-fought game, which your team won by three points. Since time immemorial, opposing teams phave huddled at the end of the game to give the other team a cheer, regardless of the outcome of the game.
Our team, little hearts broken at the loss, still managed to holler a hearty "Howbert!" in the spirit of good sportsmanship. And your team, you asshole, cheered for themselves, under your command.
Way to go, douchebag.
So, Mr. Coach of the Howbert Elementary traveling basketball B-squad team, shame on you. If I wasn't annoyed enough already after an entire game of listening to you scream at your own players with contempt (they're fourth graders, for Christ's sake), then start making horrible calls in your referee duties when you noticed your team was losing...
Sir, the icing on the cake Came at the end of the hard-fought game, which your team won by three points. Since time immemorial, opposing teams phave huddled at the end of the game to give the other team a cheer, regardless of the outcome of the game.
Our team, little hearts broken at the loss, still managed to holler a hearty "Howbert!" in the spirit of good sportsmanship. And your team, you asshole, cheered for themselves, under your command.
Way to go, douchebag.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Goodbye, Butt-Ear!
Alas, Hayley's butt-ear, aka Petey the Fish, is no more, thanks to the world's finest plastic surgeon, the inimitable Dr. Rupesh Jain.
Monday, January 28, 2013
That's How We Roll
Hayley on lead vocals, the boys on backup and harmony, Mom on beat box... Just another Monday morning commute.
Happy day!
Happy day!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Really??
This, people, is patently ridiculous.
Just unveiled a few days ago, I give you the iPotty, an iPad assisted potty training gadget.
What are we doing to our children?? Weirdly, mine were pretty easily potty trained with a system of sticker rewards, total outlay for two kids approximately $0.99 total, in addition to the $20 for the potty chair they both used. Twenty one bucks. $10.50 per kid. And a handful of wasted diapers, because it was easier than I expected it to be.
If your kid can't be potty trained without a $600 gadget strapped to the potty chair, you need to turn in your parent card.
That is all.
Just unveiled a few days ago, I give you the iPotty, an iPad assisted potty training gadget.
What are we doing to our children?? Weirdly, mine were pretty easily potty trained with a system of sticker rewards, total outlay for two kids approximately $0.99 total, in addition to the $20 for the potty chair they both used. Twenty one bucks. $10.50 per kid. And a handful of wasted diapers, because it was easier than I expected it to be.
If your kid can't be potty trained without a $600 gadget strapped to the potty chair, you need to turn in your parent card.
That is all.
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