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I So Don’t Get Jerseylicious.
The other day, while unpacking, I turned the television on to provide some background noise to distract me from the tiresome task at hand. I was watching the Style Network. Eventually, Jerseylicious came up on the schedule. I had never seen the show before, admittedly. I couldn’t turn it off. In the same way that you can’t help but slow down and look at a car accident. Are these girls for real? I don’t know what is more hilarious – the short skirts, the boobage, or the accessories. And don’t get me started on the “smokey eyes”. Seriously, Tammy Faye would think that this is a bit too much eyeshadow.…
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I’ve Got To Move It, Move It
Alas, I have been AWOL from my blog. At least, in the actual writing and posting. (The posts I’ve written in my head? Too numerous to count.) I wish I had a proper excuse, but I don’t. The reason for my absence that I can offer is that last week I moved. It was only about 1/2 mile or so, but the amount of work was the same. There was the packing, the move, and the unpacking. I had a few days with no internet. Or my Macbook. I did not sit down for 10 days. I lost nearly 5 pounds. *I would NOT recommend it as a method of…
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Silent Sunday
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and the winner is….
So. I’m a bit late to announce the winners of my giveaways…but I’ll do that in just a few. The initial reason for the delay was that I fell into a deep well of self-pity, as I only had 13 – yes, THIRTEEN – comment/entries on my blogoversary post. “Pity party of one, your table is ready”. But then family arrived from the US and we have been spending our time at the Hay Festival…and really, after listening to all these brilliant writers speak, I felt a bit inadequate as I sat down late at night with my laptop. Yes, I’m one of those – instead of hearing the message…
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Silent Sunday
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Trouble? Who? ME?
Things have been a little rough around here lately. I won’t go into it. Just go back and read some previous posts. Still. Kids will be kids. And, it has occurred to me that, some day in the distant future, my daughter will be staring in frustration at HER daughter/son as they drive her to the brink of insanity. It’s called karma, people. But then I think….what the H-E-double-hockey sticks did I do when I was a child to justify THIS kind/degree of payback??!!! And seriously? I can’t remember. Honest. I don’t think I was anywhere near this big of a melodramatic tantrum thrower. That would be my sister. Besides:…
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The Gallery: In My Backyard
This week’s* theme for The Gallery on Tara Cain’s Sticky Fingers Blog is: My Backyard. One of my most favorite parts of the house we have been renting for the past two years is the back garden. It is vibrant, wild and colorful, and has narrow paths,tall hedges, hiding places and arches. If you ignore the 15 foot trampoline on the left side, it looks magical. The kind of place you expect to find fairies hanging out (although, if you look too closely at that hedge, you’re more likely to find a dog toy, instead. There is enough flat area for a boy to kick a football, play tag, or…
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Happy Blogoversary to Me!
Woo hoo! Today is my blogoversary!!!! *throws confetti, blows horns* A blogo-what, you say? Three years ago today my blog was “born”. THREE. Years. I’ve come a long way from a blog with the original intent of simply recording memorable moments of my kidlings and keeping our far-flung family in the loop. In the meantime, the blog has grown, I’ve expanded the content, moved continents, moved blog hosts, and had a redesign *whew*. I’ve blogged about my daughter, whining, glitter, my son, how he helps his sister, weeing on the floor, posted photos proving strong genetics that exist in this family, and moving overseas and speaking the language, just to…
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Silent Sunday
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Nothing Gets Past Her
Today, Pea had *another* meltdown of colossal proportions. She was having a rough time with her Rapunzel dress, it wasn’t fitting right, and apparently, this was all my fault. Isn’t it always. It ended with her yelling at me that she didn’t want me to help her, she only wanted Daddy, all day, and that I should just go away. In the course of trying to calm her down, more words were said, I was told to just back off. I’ve had a lot weighing on my mind this week, woke up feeling off and not really shaking it off by that moment – and I ended up bursting into…