Monthly Archives: June 2006

Today, when I walked downstairs to go to lunch, this gray thing was standing on the receptionist’s desk:                                                   One of the guys at the shop (where I work) found it.  Crying.  In a small hole.  Really, what choice did I have?Here’s … Continue reading →

Today, two notable things happened on my lunch break.  The first thing that was notable (which actually happened second) was that as I drove up to the McDonalds’ drive through to grab a quick cheeseburger, I was denied.  There was … Continue reading →

Just a view into the ongoing propaganda at our house.  Almost every art piece we have seen lately has a common theme.  Grace drew the picture, Andra made the groovy bottle cap art.  See a theme?

When I was little, my mom described me as nardy.  The phrase “nardy little body” for some reason sticks in my head, and it was just about right on.  I was nardy.  I was bony, usually well scabbed, had a … Continue reading →

Tonight we worked in the yard until almost dark, planting some flowers in huge new ceramic posts I got for the front porch.  Because we needed another project. Phil went to turn on the irrigation to check the lines to … Continue reading →

“Do not handicap your children by making their lives easy.” Robert A. Heinlein

Grace is a conspiracy theorist.  From the time she was a wee girl in daycare, when you picked her up it was always an extensive play by play of who had done her wrong that day.  Who pushed, who threw sand … Continue reading →

It’s (late) Father’s Day.  Happy Father’s Day to all my fathers.  I have had a hard time getting started today, since it seems like a big thing this year.  First, since I didn’t go all crazy over my mother, I … Continue reading →

Last night Phil sort of surprised me with tickets to see Martina McBride.  She puts on a great show, and it was in an outdoor amphitheater at a casino, so the weather was nice.  We went with some of our good … Continue reading →

I love sour foods.  It drives Phil crazy, most of the time. I think he is sorry for the day that my former assistant Paul gave me the recipe for pickle soup, because for months after I had Andra, on the nights … Continue reading →