My kids are now at that age where I have to start getting them involved in sports crap. When he was 4, we tried soccer with Alister, and it was A DISASTER. The kid couldn’t run. He couldn’t kick. He couldn’t even follow the team en masse around the field. […]
It means nothing. And everything. It means nothing because by striking down the Act, the Supreme Court has changed exactly nothing about my life. My marriage is not impacted. Federally recognizing gay marriage and the benefits that accompany it does not make my marriage any better or any worse. Our […]
If you’ve been blogging for any amount of time (or reading blogs or listening to the media or venturing out of your home and into society), you’re likely familiar with Judgy McJudgerson. S/he is the one who says you’re going to hell/are a terrible person/should go kill yourself immediately if […]
I hate to run. I hate it because I detest being too hot and my face gets red and my thighs eat my shorts and I have zero stamina and I start to sweat in places I didn’t even know had glands. Mostly, I hate to run because it’s hard. Recently, […]
It’s hard. And uncomfortable. And it would be better for everyone if babies really did get dropped off on our doorstep by a giant bird carrying a nature-made baby sling. When I became pregnant with my 2nd, I started thinking about all the horrors of the 1st, and I panicked. […]
It’s more like a feelings problem, really. Whereas normal people get sad, I get blubbering-bucket-of-tears sad. Whereas normal people get worried, I get certain-an-airplane-toilet-is-going-to-come-crashing-through-the-roof-and-kill-us-all-repeatedly worried. Whereas normal people get angry, I get blood-pressure-spikingly-and-extremity-tremblingly angry. I’d say I’m bipolar (isn’t that when people get super manic and then super depressed and […]
So as I was driving home this evening, one of the warning doohickeys on my car dashboard lit up and started dinging, indicating something was amiss. This normally wouldn’t be a big deal (I’ve been known to treat those things as suggestions rather than emergency alerts in the past), except […]
Let’s say you’ve been taking Junior to a lot of peers’ birthday parties lately. They could be 4th birthday parties. Maybe 5th. Maybe even 6th, 7th, or 8th. Eventually, Junior’s going to ask for or expect his/her own birthday party. You could say no, of course, but then you’d be […]