babble
the timpani
As I sit on our big leather sofa drinking cider watching Mike talk with his hands I want to close my eyes. Close them and listen, not just to the sound of my man's voice, but to the echo of his words as they bounce of the timpani.
k
family
and then she said...
We were sitting around before bedtime having a little chat, Mike and K and I, when K decided to ask Mike if he would put on an "Animal Show" at her birthday this year. She's having a Jungle theme you see and no Jungle theme birthday
k
sweet dreams or you're grounded...
Bedtime. We have a love hate relationship with it in my house. I love sleep. I love to go to sleep. I love that I wake up each day since it means that I'm alive and all, but the whole waking process makes me really really cranky. Really.
babble
Chronicles of Bubba the Hamster: Part 2
There's something all of you should know, and I want to tell you this in no uncertain terms... Ready for the knowledge I am about to impart to you? Here it is, hamsters are gross, nasty, unhygienic little fuckers who given the chance will lie around in their
k
Chronicles of Bubba the Hamster: Part 1
On the top floor of our house is a guest room. A dresser sits in the middle of the room, like an island. Atop that dresser is a red towel and atop that towel is a blue and red plastic cage. Inside that cage? Lives our holiday house guest, a
k
what is this "bed time" of which you speak?
Something is amiss. Maybe it's something in the air, like snow. It certainly isn't anything on the ground like snow because as I write this we have a serious lack of snow on the ground. On Monday K had a snow day. On Tuesday K had
childhood
what's important
When last I wrote to you, oh gentle readers, I was in the throes of a what to wear crisis. I had a long day ahead of me and I had to dress myself for two very special, very important, very different events. The one I did mention was the
childhood
what godfathers are for
Friday night as we were just wrapping up the recording of Strange Love my phone rang. It was upstairs and on silent but I could hear it vibrating on the side board in the dining room. Since we stop recording around midnight I thought it was a little odd that
life
when friday comes early...
Today as you read this on your Friday... it's not my Friday. My Friday was yesterday (which is right now as I write this). It's so heavenly to have Friday come an entire day early. Tomorrow when I'm supposed to wake up to get
drama
heredity
It's funny what we pass on to our kids, and I say that sitting at the computer eating cold chicken fried rice out of a Chinese take out container. For breakfast. I remember walking in the kitchen as a kid and seeing my dad lean against the counter
k
key hole...
Some days are more important than others when you look at the big picture, and I'm sure someday when I look at that picture this particular day may not mean as much as it does right now... A little before 10 AM I headed out with Missburrows to
cat
when your siblings say meow...
It was morning, K and I had just finished eating breakfast and I had a ton of things to do before our busy day got underway. K went downstairs and brought up one of the heavy blankets we use for picnics and laid it down on the floor. Next she