The Rings

No, I’m not so mad that I will stop speaking to you forever. I am not so selfish as to cut off my nose to spite my face, and prevent my children from seeing their grandparents, and all over a couple stupid rings. But I am so angry, more angry than I ever remember being. I feel disappointed in your… Read more →

Dames, Dames

Seems Rollie likes Dames. “James,” that is. Since when does he get to choose a favorite episode of Thomas the Tank Engine? And why did it have to be the one that we had just deleted from Tivo? And why did the resulting tantrum have to occur right next to Matilda, who had just fallen asleep five minutes before? Read more →

Back in Black

I had my 6 week post-partum checkup yesterday. This basically means that you go in and they ask you how you are doing (I have a newborn. How the fuck do you think I am doing?) and then they check your cervix. My cervix is fine, thanks for asking. This means that I get the okay for two important activities:… Read more →

Pure Puke

We recently gave birth to our daughter, and named her Matilda. For those of you who have experienced the saga of choosing a name for your child, the name selection process begins early in the pregnancy and does not really end until you sign the child’s name to the birth certificate papers at the hospital. But my thoughts have again… Read more →

The Punk King

Bet you thought this was a really hip, insightful post about music. Not even close. I love it when Rollie mispronounces words and they come out sounding like totally different words or phrases altogether. My current favorite: “punk king” for “pumpkin.” In a similar vein, I also like “chick king” for “chicken.” The francaise-sounding “chat” for “cat.” The cowboy-influenced “doagie”… Read more →

Pride

There are many different kinds of pride. There is pride in one’s own accomplishments. There is pride in one’s children. And then there is the pride one feels at being acknowledged for their accomplishments by the one person whose opinion means more than anyone else’s. Thank you for saying, “I’m proud of you for sticking with it.” I needed to… Read more →

The Child Divided

Today is the day that Todd and I get up in the morning, and barely speak to one another.See, Todd married a Georgia Bulldog fan; and I married an Auburn Tiger. After we have our coffee, we move on to pointed barbs, and disparaging one another’s states of origin. I might mention something about Auburn not being focused enough to… Read more →