Monthly Archives: August 2009

This weekend I was supposed to drive to Utah to see The Boy, who’s there visiting his mom, but instead, I’m here on the couch, thanks to a nasty head cold. Thank you pediatrician’s office last week. Thank you Booger … Continue reading →

So I’m searching the web for a photo to put up in Swap Mama‘s new Antiques & Collectibles group. (Did I mention we’re on track to hit 3,000 members in a few days?!? WAAA HOOO!) I search for “antique dolls.” … Continue reading →

I was such a dude in a past life. Given a choice, I’d rather drink beer. I truly believe there may be nothing funnier on earth than a fart. And war movies and sports movies are always guaranteed to make … Continue reading →

So Friday? Obama came to town. Oh yeah … and hung out at the house NEXT DOOR for the afternoon. Which totally sounds like I must live in some hoity-toity neighborhood, but Doogs … I live in a doublewide. Albeit, … Continue reading →

Okay, so here’s the deal. The trip to Connecticut to see The Boy didn’t go all that well. What we THOUGHT would be our first taste of “real life,” turned out to be anything but, I’m afraid. With MP not … Continue reading →