Monthly Archives: January 2007

This week from the backseat the girls decided they had to tell me about this cool TV show they watched, which generally is quite irritating.  Really, if you didn’t watch it, it isn’t any fun to hear about how great … Continue reading →

                                 Here.  You deserve it (the photo that is).  I appreciate your patience.  Of course at my day job, I got alot of “You cut your hair” comments.  I joke with my neighbor that with one exception (that would be Beth … Continue reading →

Every morning when we get close to school I pick up the nearest object, whether cell phone, shoe, cd case or water bottle, and shout into it “Jump Base, Jump Base, Come In Jump Base.  I have 2 jumpers.”  Then … Continue reading →

Whoa!  Big word!  And apparently something I have none of these days.  I could blame it on baseball practices, and snow days and poetry memorization projects, but lets be honest.  It’s TV.  First I was feeling like I was spending … Continue reading →

School – Late Start!!!  It is a Southwest Snow day!      

Today, the girls and I played a little Life.  The board game.  They have changed it since we were little, and there are snappy new jobs, like Artist, Computer Consultant, and Athlete.  If you are the Computer Consultant, every time … Continue reading →

Today was the kind of day I used to feel really guilty about.  We didn’t do a whole lot, and everyone kind of did their own thing.  Andra’s baseball game was canceled for the weather, so we stayed here all … Continue reading →

Today, I went to the lady who loves hairspray and asked her to do this.Due to my face shape, I am at great risk of this:   or even this:    I have had both these haircuts.  A couple times.  And apparently, I … Continue reading →

It seems like all that dratted hypochondria is catching up with Grace.  Last week it was the dreaded pink eye call of no escape.  Right on its heels was a wicked cough.  Of course, list most times, it took me … Continue reading →

This morning Grace walked in to my room bleary eyed and said “Mommy, I dreamed about tomatoes all night long.”  Kind of unusual for a 6 year old.  More unusual?   “Mom, in one of my dreams, this man had a … Continue reading →