These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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Now! and… Now! and… Now!
Yesterday a friend emailed me a link to a fantastic post titled, Don’t Carpe Diem. If you have ever felt annoyed at the “enjoy every moment” mentality, but never stopped to wonder why, go read this post. It is awesome. I’m not even going to try to paraphrase it. The blog as a whole? Not sure. Looks shiny. But if you like the above, I suggest you look down under Categories, half click Mother, then click Me. There are several hilarious goodies lined up there; but if you want to laugh like a hyena, you’d better read Airing Our Dirty Laundry.
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On Cussing
I got a comment the other day on that Out the Other End post saying, “You know, sometimes I don’t care for your blog because I try not to curse, and reading salty language makes me start using it. But posts like this remind me why I keep reading. I am farther along the motherhood path than you are, and can relate to every word of what you have written– curse words especially.” I am not at all offended by this, I feel it’s a tactful statement of a personal preference. In fact, I am flattered that my writing has…
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The 95%
Hey there friends, I didn’t mean to alarm anyone. I’m doing fine, really. My thing on this blog has been to really bust out the shit that everyone feels and no one says. I give it to you straight. But since we are not together in real life, you don’t get to see the whole picture, just whatever extreme words I offer up on a given day. Those words were all true, but only one piece of a big whole. You know how the acute emotionality of pms can make true things unbearable, wash away the good stuff and leave…
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Out the Other End
I’m beginning to wonder if I’m a fraud. Lately, for months now, I just don’t feel like being a mama. My kids, my darling beautiful firecrackers, just seem like so much trouble. I have no patience for them whatsoever, everything short of perfect angels pisses me off. At first I thought it was just because of our big scare, then because we were emotionally recovering, then because My Man’s finals were upon us, then again because we were recovering from those finals. But now he’s been out of school for two weeks, we’ve lazed around and taken it plenty easy,…
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Checking In
I miss you! We had a lovely little Christmas and have been enjoying lots of family time. The kids are in seventh heaven with so many new fun things. I’ve been reading Paula Wolfert’s The Book of Moroccan Food, which I asked my MIL for (she delivers almost as reliably as Santa). Wolfert is probably my favorite cookbook author, and this might be my favorite eye-candy cookbook of all time! About my favorite kind of ethnic food, and so full of gorgeous photos of the food, the ingredients, the people and the place that I swear it weighs a solid…
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