Project 366: Day 80

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

Yes Virginia, this is another re-post.

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

Climbing aboard the tribute train

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