Shoot Me Now

I’ve gone and done it.  I put pen to paper and wrote myself a book.  For years and years I struggled with the words, the characters, the conflict, the resolution.  And now it’s done.  A complete 800 page novel. OK.  So I’m lying just a wee bit.  I did write a book.  But it ...

Shepherd Lab, a Pug and a stepping stool.  That is how my neighbor’s dog came to be.  Meena is a fascinating mix in which her mother was the Lab while the Pug was the dad.  Think about it and you will understand the stepping stool! When we were dog sitting this weekend, my daughter s...

Thanks to my parents, I’ve eaten at five star restaurants, have traveled abroad and know how to carry myself in the most formal of situations. However, there is my upbringing, and there is THE PRESENT. The following pictures were taken within five days of each other. Let’s start wit...

When my first son was born I proclaimed, “There will be no toy guns in the house.”  <Insert Laughter Now> Yea I know.  New mothers think they know e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. What I didn’t know at the time is that little boys don’t need toy guns.  In their world, everything i...

Along with the cold weather comes my daughter’s first ghost story… told to me about five times tonight alone.  Turn down your lights, grab your snuggie and enjoy.  I’m going to sneak away while she tells it again.  I’m sure you understand.  ...

Three days.  It takes three whole days for jewelry to pass through a Dalmatian’s digestive tract.  And I know this how, you ask? Because I rock as a Mom.  Indeed, I allowed my daughter to wear my pearls to school.  It was her first pair after the piercing studs.  My Dad gave them t...

Many of you are aware I suffer from the silent chronic illness, gastroparesis.  Typically, I have good days and bad days because of my paralyzed stomach. Over the last week, my pain and nausea have spun out of control.  I am still the master of disguise to all who interact with me on ...

Light Rail has come to Hampton Roads, to the tune of THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN MILLION DOLLARS.  The beginning of the line?  Just beyond my neighborhood.  As we watched the construction of this mass transit wonder, our neighborhood collectively thought, “What the….?” What will i...

In the last two weeks, I have experienced: Headaches from swamp fire smoke that has come and gone for months. Tremor Envy, because gosh darnit, I didn’t feel it! My server was hacked. AGAIN.  Sorry, everyone. The beginning of school, and the slow breaking of my summer loving...

When I was young, I remember hearing my mother cry out, “Why isn’t anything ever my own?!”  My response would be to roll my eyes.  But now, I get it.  To the point of crying out the same words when looking for a simple match to my own socks. Indeed, only three days after buying m...

Pot brownies.  Remember those?  I haven’t heard those two words together since High School. I will never forget sitting on the band bus on the way to Disney World, soon to hear quite a stir from the rear.  Whispering, giggling and snickering flowed like a wave from back to front. Th...

“Mom, I finally figured out what I want for my birthday.  I want a gun.” Have you heard these words at any time in your life?  Because if you have not, I can tell you, they will stop you in your tracks.  At least they did me. My son has received extensive training in firea...