Yearly Archive: 2012

Wired on vacation: looking back

Last year, for the entire month of December and part of January my mouth was wired shut because I had jaw surgery.

It was a little inconvenient for me because we go to the beach each year during the week between Christmas and New Year’s. But even though I was wired shut, on a liquid diet, and my doctor strongly advised against it, I went anyway.

Salt dough ornaments and Red Bull. (It’s how we roll).

I am not sure what possessed me to volunteer to mix and roll and paint and seal 160 salt dough ornaments to give away.

One hundred sixty. No one should ever doubt how much I love the library and the ladies there.

To tell the truth, when our friends group met and decided to make them for our annual Christmas fundraiser, I didn’t hesitate to help. I imagined my kids and I sharing special moments kind of like those depicted in the Rice Krispy treat commercials.

We would gather around the table and mix and knead and get flour on our noses, making memories while doing something important and worthwhile for our community.

Well.

My grandparents would be proud

Growing up, I heard varied political opinions among my immediate and not so immediate family members.

We’re not a family who goes around talking politics in mixed company. But for the most part, everyone knew where each other stood, and there were no big arguments or debates among them.

At my grandparents house though, things were a little different.

Fall, Sleepwalkers, and Virginia Tech. Good Times.

Growing up, I heard varied political opinions among my immediate and not so immediate family members.

We’re not a family who goes around talking politics in mixed company. But for the most part, everyone knew where each other stood, and there were no big arguments or debates among them.

At my grandparents house though, things were a little different.

The beauty in my backyard

Sometimes it’s hard to see the forest for the trees. It’s an old, overused saying, but it’s true.

I don’t really talk about “home” in my writing, but suffice it to say, I live at work — literally — which is weird, but true. It’s an amazing place, but I don’t usually see that. I don’t pay attention to it. That’s what happens when you look at something every day.

So many projects, so little time

Lately, I’ve been feeling all crafty and ambitious, which can mainly be attributed to two things: I saw a segment on The Today Show about a woman who hadn’t bought anything… Read more >

The Freddie Mercury Rule

This happened.

We were eating dinner, and out of the blue Dylan said, ‘Freddie Mercury is dead, right?’

I looked at him for a split second before answering, skeptical as to how my easy-listenin’ loving ten-year-old knew about Freddie Mercury. Then I dismissed it.

I mean, it’s Freddie Mercury. Music 101. Pop Culture 101.

Decisions, decisions

A few weeks ago, I had implant surgery. No, not that kind of implants. Dental implants. It was done in the surgeon’s office, with some count-backwards-put-you-completely-out general anesthesia. Before they… Read more >

Ahh, those happy little clouds

As a child, I loved watching The Joy of Painting on PBS. For half-hour stretches, no one could budge me from in front of the television while I marveled over Bob Ross’ ability to effortlessly create the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen with all kinds of happy little trees where happy little animals lived.

I am a sucker for scenery, I get that from my dad.

Thwarted by Old Man Jenkins

It all starts when Alyssa has to use the bathroom. And then I have to use the bathroom. And then Dylan has to use it, too. We’re on vacation, on… Read more >

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