My 8 year-old is SUCH a free spirit and, unlike her sisters, is a bit of a Tomboy, as well (she gets that from me) and, well, being the youngest of 4, the survival instinct is strong with this one. "I wanna do the Lip Sync show, again!" Last year, her older sisters helped choreograph Hope and her friends in performing, "We Got the Beat" by the GoGos and, more importantly, I didn't have to do a gosh-darned thing, other than, you know, drive them to and from the show. "Am I picking your daughters up at school, or your... Read more →

I just love garbage men. Okay, trash men. Wait, waste collectors? Oh, I know, sanitation engineers. Or, maybe they're refuse removal technicians? Whatever. My guys ALWAYS take a moment to place (not throw) my cans back onto the sidewalk (not my next door neighbor's lawn) and move out of the way, so that I can get passed them and into my driveway, on my way home from dropping the kids at school. Okay, let me repeat...THE GARBAGE TRUCK PULLS OVER TO ALLOW ME TO GET INTO MY DRIVEWAY...I love that! The dude driving in the sparkly new Mercedes SUV, while... Read more →

Cross-posted at our 365 Day Project, taken with my cell phone, because my camera is borked. I broke my camera [pause for a moment of silence] it's sitting on the sideboard in our kitchen, right where I left it, after realizing that I could not get it to work, no matter how hard I pleaded with it. "Oh no...et, tu Kodak!!!" Although, my poor little red point and shoot is powering up (sort of) the lens opens and makes this terrible grinding noise, as it tries to focus on nothing and freezes with a gray-ish look on its screen and,... Read more →