I haven't written much about the Bug lately, simply because it's getting boring. Don't get me wrong, there has been plenty of Bug bashing to be done...it's just so crazy and constant it's wearing me out. That, and I'm not so cold hearted as to drag out in public every sorry, sad thing the sap does ( Read more... )

I took ten minutes towards the end of my workday to duck outside for a walk before the sun went down. I do this whenever I can for several reasons: I enjoy the exercise; it helps me stay awake at my desk; I tend to get S.A.D. in the winter so on sunny days I soak up as much daylight as I can. It is beautiful in Ballard, fresh and crisp. I walked ( Read more... )

Last night I was escorted by CottonCandy to the Def Leppard 25 year reunion concert, and oh whatta ride! I'm not sure which was better, the music or the people watching. It was magnificent. There were more mullets per capita in the Everett Events Center last night than there are in the entire state of Alabama I'm sure. The fans ranged in age ( Read more... )

So I'm crawling up I-5 this morning, mesmerized by the glow of red tail lights. I feel like a drone on some enormous assembly line in a factory, not like a human being hittin' it hard to survive. Suddenly the monotony is broken when my eye catches this little hatchback Honda to my right. It's tail lights aren't red, they're white. The car is ( Read more... )

So here I sit at work, wolfing down a calzone and trying to at least write something in my attempts to remain at least somewhat creative. I've been pretty grumpy the past few days. The kids are struggling to adjust to the rigors of our new routine. Babygirl is clingy, Daughter is weepy and sassy, and the Boy, well, he is dressing like Napoleon ( Read more... )

I survived my first week of real life. It sucked. Bad. I am exhausted, coming down with a cold and missing my kids like crazy. This transition is harder than I expected. The kiddos are adjusting better than me, I think. They love their daycare (so much that BabyGirl calls the daycare woman's husband...you guessed it..."Daddy".) Boy and ( Read more... )

So, I haven't blogged as of late 'cause I've been too busy with my life. You know, that thing that interrupts your social life. Anyway, I have secured me one bon-a-fide J-O-B. It's the real McCoy...complete with commute and medical benefits. I'll be slugging myself off to Ballard every day to crunch numbers for a commercial fishing company. I' ( Read more... )

There must be a parallel universe with various entry points in every suburban home in America. One worm hole opens up, I suspect, in the dryer. You know, you put "pairs" of socks INTO the dryer, but only singles come OUT. A few weeks ago I bought a pack of combs from the dollar store...some obscene amount like 42 in a pack. Do you think I could ( Read more... )

Kinderho & I were standing in my kitchen the other day, chatting over a glass of wine and trying desperately to feel like grown women in spite of all the chaos in the background from our offspring. The Boy kept running in with various pieces of a spiderman costume on...never the whole suit mind you. He'd say something like "Hey" and Kinderho ( Read more... )

I was never going to be THAT girl. You know, the girl fumbling with food stamps in the checkout line. The girl calling the power company to bitch about her ex not paying the bill, all the while the gaggle of children are screaming, crying and carrying on in the background. I was never going to be the girl dropping off restraining orders at the ( Read more... )