Yesterday, Sunday, I found out that my son had his first cub scouts meeting on Wednesday. Like, five days ago Wednesday. And I just found out about it. FUCK. Now, I know I’m busy, and I sometimes forget things, like, say, my own lunch, but I don’t forget shit like my son’s first cub scout meeting. … Continue reading MAMA DON’T (SHARE)
It’s that time of year again, uh, again. You know that one. Where your life’s choices are mocked at the dinner table, your little brother wins the best child award for the 27th year in a row, and you spend a lot of quality time with reinforced lycra. Or maybe that’s just me. . . … Continue reading MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS: THE SECOND EPISODE
“Mom, she sounds like you.” My daughter said to me on Saturday night, as we watched Taylor Swift in concert from the floor of a packed stadium in Santa Clara. “What do you mean?” I asked. Because, I mean, I love to sing and all, but I own the level of badness that is my … Continue reading SHAKE IT OFF (AND JUST BE HAPPY).
This is a story of day where everything went wrong and still turned up roses. A story about not complaining. A story of making pivots, being present, and of going with the flow. This, is a lesson about going left. Yes, left, as in, instead of right. As in: In life, when things don’t go … Continue reading DRIVE
You know what hurts more than stepping barefoot on a lego? Stepping barefoot on TWO legos. No- it’s barbie shoes- evil plastic particles that they are. Wait, nope, actually, I think it might possibly be barefoot on metal toy airplanes. Yes, That. They draw blood even so for sure that wins. Guess what sucks more than a … Continue reading ALL THESE SMALL THINGS
When my son was really young, say from about age 18 months to three or so, he had a favorite word, unique as his personality, and dropped more frequently than names on the red carpet. He would say it when he disliked his food. He would say it when I asked him to do something. … Continue reading BLUCK YOU