Toddler Tossing
Okay, so when comparing last year’s Toddler Tossing Easter Event with this year’s, I’m having trouble deciding which is better. The thrill and dress movement of yesterday’s toss is awesome, but the casual floating effect of 2008 is hard to beat. Which do you think wins the battle? And more importantly…how hilarious is it that AndyZ immediately kicks his legs up when thrown? Also, you’ll have to trust me when I tell you he loves the Baby Tossing.... Read More
Eat, Run, Astronomy
When the Knoxville Area Rescue Mission came to Dad’s to pick up what ended up being two trucks full of donations, one of the gentlemen looked at all of Dad’s books he said, “Wow. Your Dad must be a very smart guy.” Yeah, you could say that. One of the most common things people who knew my Dad have said to me recently is, “He’s the smartest guy I’ve ever known.” I could echo that sentiment until the end of my own life and never feel... Read More
The Struggle
The first day back home after Dad died was like opening a dam in my emotional river. (Heh. Emotional river. I sound like a total nutjob. But the metaphor works so I’ll stick with it.) Everything in my home reminded me of him. The furniture on my porch reminded me of last summer hanging out and eating popsicles. And we didn’t even have the nice furniture then. The bar stools in my kitchen flush my mind with pictures of him sitting there chatting while I cooked during... Read More
Things That Have Happened Recently I’ve Forgotten To Tell You About
My son turned into a man. What is up with this picture? Is it just me or does he look 5 years older wearing a tie? This pictures makes my heart ache because there is no way I’m old enough to be a mother to that kid. RIGHT? He won’t be going to high school next year, will he? Please tell me he won’t. PLEASE. My daughter has become obsessed with “Pwawms.” (Poems.) It started when I read some Shel Silverstein to her class a few weeks ago. She was... Read More
EIjroie;sjklaj;fzzzzzzzzzzzz…
That title up there? That is what it sounds like in my brain right now. I keep saying, “Man…I’m so tired…” but in reality? I think “tired” is not the right word. My brain is fried. My emotions are zapped. My eyelids hurt from crying and I have shin splints. SHIN SPLINTS! How in the hell did that happen? You know how I am always talking about the annoying habit I have of getting people’s names wrong? And not just acquaintances…but... Read More
