Glen

MOTY: Fughetaboutit, I'm going for Mother of Two Decades!

If you were to ask me to list the scariest words in the English language, a few years ago, it would have looked something like this: Strep throat It's probably viral Chuck E. Cheese Parent-teacher conference I couldn't find any clean underwear (don't ask) Today, although we are way out of the Chuck E. Cheese demographic (blessed be!) and conduct our parent-teacher conferences via email, the list is still pretty much the same. Which leads me to believe that this house does IN FACT eat underwear AND regurgitates socks in the strangest places, sometimes. Trust me, you do NOT want... Read more →

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No longer THAT mom, but about THAT crazy lady, at the grocery store.

If given the choice ten years ago: I would rather push an old-fashioned reel lawn mower through a field of sticky balls...barefoot...than spend half the day dodging other shopping carts at the supermarket, while simultaneously attempting to put ALL the stuff my kids threw into OUR cart...accidentally on purpose...back on the shelf. Now that my kids are older? I still hate...Hate...HAte...HATe...HATE food shopping. Unless I am with my husband (date night at the supermarket, FTW!) and most especially if I happen to be shopping with one of my teenagers. "Are you Facebooking, again?!?" "Maaaaaaaaaybeeeeeeeee?" The kids were off on Friday... Read more →

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Open mouth, insert foot, antagonize a phlebotomist.

I am NOT a big fan of needles and I absolutely HATED taking my kids for their shots...EVEN MORE...as fellow needle phobia sufferers (a.k.a. trypanophibia) can well imagine, yes? If no, it's okay, it simply means I closed my eyes, counted one alligator, two alligators and then cried, right along wit-em. My son is on a specific type of medication, that requires a monthly blood test, which means I have to take him to a lab and have his blood drawn or...as he refers to as...the place where he bleeds, on purpose...every month. Long story, short: it is NOT a... Read more →

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Kids Grow Up, Leaves Continue to Fall, You'll Get Over It (Okay, now you tell me!)

I was never a big fan of daylight savings time -- especially in the spring, when my kids were younger and they would run around at 8:00 p.m., their bodies insisting that...NUH-UH!!!...it's not bedtime, because it's really 7:00 p.m. On the other hand, I could always come up with a way to put that extra hour we'd get in the fall to good use. Today, my husband tackled lots of little p.i.t.a. jobs around the house (that multiply quicker than dust bunnies, if left unattended) while my son and I hit the backyard...HARD!!!...and raked the daylights out of all the... Read more →

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Male Bonding, in a Houseful of Females, is Sticky!

father & son, discussing manly things ~ june 2007 I love this picture for so many reasons, but mostly because my son and husband weren't aware of my taking it (which is a great feat in and of itself, especially for a clumsy dork like myself, trust me on this!) and, in my stealthiness, I was able to capture an intimate moment between father and son. Don't EVEN get me started on how I just realized that my son still had his baby face in the 2nd grade or how blonde his hair would get by the end of the... Read more →

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Tell Them About My Name

My kids love hearing the stories behind their namesakes and each still pretty much like their given names, except for our youngest: while playing a name game at a friend's baby shower, Hope insisted she wanted to be called Robin. "How come my name doesn't start with a H, like the girls?" For two reasons: naming your children with the same letter sounds harmless enough, until you try hollering for one of them, and can't seem to remember their names, without sounding like an idiot...each and every blessed time...because, I'm smart like that. There is also a pretty neat and... Read more →

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A Clean House Is a Sign of a Cluttered Mind

Artwork currently displayed in our library (a.k.a. bathroom) If I had to describe our house to you, in one word, and focusing on the positive, rather than ALL of the other annoying stuff that accumulates, when blessed, as a homeowner <----- that last part was for my husband, Garth (not his real name) -----> who sometimes needs help looking past all that other annoying stuff, bless his hardworking and very squishy heart. Sooooo, what were we talking about? [blows bangs out of eyes, stares at yet another big old water stain, on the ceiling above the dryer, don't ask] Oh... Read more →

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