I promise you…I’m very sober and full of teeth.
So…on the way to the surgery this morning I was crying to MrZ. It went something like this… Me: Please don’t make fun of me if I say or do anything stupid while I’m drunk on pain meds… Him: You know, it’s kinda offensive you would think I would do that. Me (sobbing hysterically): I’m just so SCARED…I mean, I know you totally don’t understand my irrational fear of all things dental…but this is TERRIFYING. And… Ring…Ring… The... Read More
The Blame Game
I returned from New York late last night. I’ll fill you in on the details of the wonderful (but short) trip later because right now I can only focus on two things: 1) I’m getting my wisdom teeth cut out in 2 1/2 hours! 2) What type of special moron plans that procedure less than 12 hours after she returns from an exhausting trip to the Big Apple with her toddler? Me! The moron in crazy teeth pain! So…you will have to wait. I will tell you one story that I’d... Read More
New York City? Huh? How Did That Happen?
Guess what I’m doing in a few hours? Boarding a plane with AndyZ to go to New York City. I’m always floored when I get invited to these things because it reminds me that people read this blog and sometimes like it and I get all gushy and mushy on the inside. I got the invitation for this overnight trip 3 weeks after I got laid-off (which I haven’t discusses exactly on this blog because I’m still very embarrassed about it. Who gets laid off twice by the... Read More
For Your Enjoyment
I don’t have much time as my kids need to be fed and watered…but I wanted to share this video out so those of you who don’t do twitter or flickr can see it. NikkiZ brought home real cinnamon yesterday and was so proud of it. They’ve been learning about skin the last few weeks and this week it’s morphed into lessons about bark and wood. (BTW – she has the best preschool teacher I’ve ever known. EVER.) Somehow this prompted handing out cinnamon... Read More
Our Little Soccer Star
Watching NikkiZ play soccer is an interesting thing. First of all? She’s kinda fast. She many not win a foot race against everyone she goes up against, but she finishes with the lead pack. And holy crap, I have no idea what that feels like. At all. Ever. MrZ does…he was the fast kid. (I typed “food” instead of “foot” the first time…it’s her Mom that wins the food races.) So…it’s totally cool. On top of the speed,... Read More




