This week is Teacher Appreciation Week at my kids’ school. On Monday, we were to bring in a flower for Charlie’s teachers, and on Tuesday, we were to bring in a flower for Joe’s teachers. So I thought.
I picked up some lovely pink roses and baby’s breath, planning to pull one or two out of the bunch for the teachers. I shared the news with Joe who said, “It’s not Teacher Appreciate Week for us. Ours isn’t until the 26th.” I laughed and shook my head with confidence. “Oh Joe,” I thought. “This is why I am the Mom and the keeper of the calendar.”
While Joe was playing outside, I checked the school calendar. D’oh! The kid was right! Dang. That means I have to enjoy a dozen pink roses with baby’s breath all week. Life is tough. Read more
Out with the old and in with the – well, old.
In my opinion, Bridget over at Twinisms said it best, “[Resolutions] are stupid.” So, I’m not making any resolutions. But…
I will try to write more works of fiction with the coming new year. I may also try to run a mile a day every day. Frankly, I think running a mile a day every day would be easier than writing works of fiction. Read more
Okay, okay. Since everyone else is writing about their Dads in honor of Father’s Day, I will, too. No, I am not going to jump off the bridge if everyone else does, but I would be happy to watch and write about it.
Actually, I am not going to write about my Dad. I will tell you I miss him, because I do. He died when I was 25yrs old. He never had the opportunity to meet my husband or my two boys. I’ve written about Dad in past posts (here’s a good one). When I read posts written by others about their Dad, tears well up in my eyes, as I feel a similar sense of pride and love for my Dad. But. I’m not going there today. For whatever reason, I feel like sadness is creeping in to my blogosphere, and I’d like to try and brighten things up a bit.
So. I am going to write about Rob. But, please don’t tell Rob, OK? See, Rob hates it when I talk about him on this here blog. Hates it. If I post pictures, he hates it even more. I’ve had to pull pictures from my blog, per his request. He was only a little nude. Read more