My father came over to help Mate with the bathroom today–there was much shop-vaccing and hanging of tarps and sanding…I’m not sure what all they accomplished, but when I returned from my own errands (much about that in a minute) they were drinking beer on the couch and watching the 49’ers game…uhm, er, waiting for… Read More

Here I am. Stuck in the middle with you:-) And the results of my unofficial survey are… We’re all a translucent combination of dark and bright, raising ourselves to the heavens and sinking with quiet finality to the depth of the mortality pond. Groovy. I’m not the only fulcrum on the scales–I like that:-) So–it’s… Read More

Dichotomy I have recently rediscovered The Eels–and this song called ‘Novocain for the Soul’ just came up on my i-Pod. LOVE it. You all remember it, right? Life is hard. But so am I. First you’re born. And then you die. Novocane…for the soul. It’s ultimately a pessimistic song, but the pessimism is just SOOOOOO… Read More

I suck at lying. My kids know when I’m kidding because I can never keep a straight face. But DAMN, there are some times I’d love to be able to lie my ASS off. (Literally. It’s a big ass. It could stand some paring down.) I thought I’d share. Lies I’ve told by omission: To… Read More

Seriously–my horoscope actually told me, “You’ll be phoning it in today–don’t worry about it. You’re tired, get some rest, and all your shit will be back tomorrow.” Okay, the phrasing may be mine. I don’t think the internet Horoscope actually SAYS the word ‘shit’, but either way, they pretty much nailed it. Work is good…. Read More

* I can’t figure out if it’s going to be a good day or a bad day when it starts off with a porch present from an adoring feline. (In Ladybug’s words, ‘Icky nasty dis-GUST-ing!’) * Big T is the treasurer of the drama department. When I got all mom-geeky on him about this, and… Read More

Due to complications arising from helping Chicken with her homework, I will not be able to blog tonight. (i.e., I read Truman Capote’s ‘A Christmas Memory’ out loud to her, and we were both sobbing too hard at the end of it to be of use to anyone. Love that fucking story…seriously. Love it to… Read More