We’ve considered making him wear the horns permanently, as a warning to the public
Dear Mr. Bongiovi,
Jon, (can I call you Jon? Yes, I know technically, it’s ‘John’, but going with the stage name. And, it’s politer than, ‘Object of Lust For Over 20 Years’. Trust me.) I just want you to know, you’re taking over my home. My life. It’s worse than when I was a teenager, and Slippery When Wet hit the charts. I thought I was a fan then, rocking out in my acid wash stretch jeans, crop top, and glued to the music video shows.
One of the draw backs of homeschooling? Kids who have learned that rabbit trails are not only allowed, but encouraged.
No good deed goes unpunished, and good ideas come back and bite you in the ass, that’s all I’m saying. Continue reading
So. Time for another ‘Impism’. As I mentioned in Scrambled Brains, and Held Hostage By Deer, an ‘Impism’ is something that could only happen to me.
I had a good night. Went to bed, and slept through the night. Wolf camped out on the couch, just in case one of the Terror Toddlers woke up, but they slept through as well! Wooo hoo!
Today was going to be a good day! Continue reading
So, we’ve been in our new time zone for just over two weeks. I know, I know, I was supposed to do a post on ‘Survival Parenting’ the day after my last post, but I gotta be honest, folks: Changes are hard, damn it. Even good changes, the way these are. It knocks even the most grounded person off their feet for a while. And ‘grounded’ isn’t something I’ve been accused of much. ‘Weird’, ‘nuts’, ‘blunt’, sure. ‘Common senseical’, yes again, but I’m pretty sure that one is only in comparison to weird ass news stories. And there are a LOT of those. Continue reading
Folks have been asking, “How was the move?”
Well, almost a week later, I *think* I can talk about it.
The nasty eye twitch is almost gone. I figure by the time the youngest moves out, I’ll be completely recovered.
Maybe. Continue reading