Hittin’ the road with MP and Bobo

It’s early Friday morning, and MP, Bobo and I are hittin’ the road to Denver in eight hours, to meet the newest edition to the family — my brother’s second baby and second son, Greyson. MP INSISTS she’s a big SISTER, NOT a big COUSIN. Whatever works.
We’ll be away for a few days, which means [...]

We interrupt this blog to annoy you.

So, it’s lunchtime and I’m in the car, heading to Taco Time. (I knooow …) I’m hitting the SCAN button on the radio, channel surfing for anything other than country. It’s slim pickens.
“And now, Slim Pickens and his Booger Nine, playing to the tune, ‘I just caint seem to get the one I want …’”

~ [...]

A few weeks in Bipolar Bloggywood

I’m still dumbfounded by THIS.

I came across the article, saw Mommy Pie on the list and my first thought was, “DAMMIT. I don’t believe it. Some other blogger has the SAME NAME as me.”
I’m honored and blown away to be included with this group of bloggers. (I’m still convinced someone was hittin’ the crack pipe [...]

Mommypie risks death (and a fine) for a flower.

Last night, after work, I picked up MP and took her on a spur-of-the-moment two-hour mountain hike. The trail we chose cut through rocky and woody terrain alike. MP’s agility and endurance blew me away. Figuratively AND literally. Nothing will hammer home the stark reality of the sorry shape of your ass quicker than a [...]

Ambushed by the Ingalls Family

Early one night last week, MP saw a man on a horse walking down the road. Grammy, MP and I went to say hello and after some conversation, learned he lived just a short distance away. Turns out he and his wife have two daughters — one four and one eight. They’re home-schooled and in [...]

Colorful day at the Pie House

How I know it’s time to get my roots done.
Mommy, I know what color your hair is.
You do? What color?
Acorn.
Acorn?
Acorns are brown at the top.
………………………………………
The first time she’s noticed any difference.

(Watching the Bill Cosby cartoon featuring a black family)
Mommy, Little Bill and his mom forgot to put sunscreen on.

Wrong Cathouse, Hef

MOOOOMMM!!
Mr. Hefner’s back.
What does he want now?
He’s looking for Paris.
He’s got the wrong cathouse. Tell him she left awhile ago.
Okay, but he doesn’t look so good. He’s kinda OLD.
I know, Honey. Just send him on his way. The cathouse he’s looking for is much bigger.
What about the three ladies holding him up?
Them too.

Love, death and reincarnation in five minutes or less.

MP had quite a bit to say on the ride home last night. Within a span of five minutes she shocked me once, she shocked me twice, and neatly wrapped things up by confirming the propensity for dumb humor may actually be an inherited trait.
I’m in love with Ronan and Hunter.
Wha?!? Eee ooo, eee [...]

How a stupid waste of time reinforces my faith in humanity.

I’ve become a little addicted to Twitter. A month ago, I thought it sounded like the stupidest waste of time. Honestly, on paper, it STILL sounds like a stupid waste of time. But there’s something about it …
It’s habit-forming.
If I had to describe it, I’d say it’s a Richard Scarry book, without Lowly Worm.
Like the [...]

Not burning the mattress … yet.

The past week, I’ve been convinced I had bugs. An unbearably itchy rash had broken out on my arms, and the first few days, I thought nothing of it. Then I consulted Boyfriend Web MD.
And I FREAKED OUT. The parasitic possibilities were endless. And considering MP spends all day with booger-eaters and then sleeps with [...]