“There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” Or as Carl Sagan more eloquently said – “There are naive questions, tedious questions, ill-phrased questions, questions put after inadequate self-criticism. But every question is a cry to understand the world. There is no such thing as a dumb question.” Here’s the deal though – it’s a lie. […]
Everybody has a list. You know, the list of celebrities you’ve run by your spouse in case the opportunity arises to, say, eat at McDonald’s with Hugh Jackman, it’s completely allowed? Or if your spouse ever has a chance to go bowling with Zoe Saldana, it’s kosher? Except for you that just shook your head and thought, “No, I […]
The term has been used a lot lately – I’ve read approximately 52 of the 47,500 posts about it. I’m sure you have too Well. If you Facebook, Pinterest, Huff Po, Twit, BuzzFeed or Blog. The more I read about threenagers the more I realized we have a lot in common. In fact, I think I have your threenager beat.
When you’re a little person, hiding under something and being unable to see anyone means that no one can see you either. Obviously.
This also holds true for hiding pets, ostriches, and husbands who don’t want to take out the trash. Also. Employees who find giant boxes in the copy room. (It was once, okay?! And I thought I would fit.)
And just so you know, I don’t use the word “hate” lightly. I reserve it for seriously detestable things. Like those people on the news channels who yell over each other. And commercials that are 47 times louder than the show they interrupted. And black jelly beans.
Once upon a time I was a blogger who loved writing and was on her way to super stardom. Well. Not really “super” stardom. Okay fine, not even stardom – but I had over a thousand followers . That’s like twice the population of Stagecoach, Texas.
They love. They hate hate. They long for the same utopia I longed for at their age. Thoughts that faded as I grew older and reality began to tear at the fabric of my dreams.
When Max was three and Mr. Schmee was two they went to preschool at a nearby church. They had a huge education department that went all the way through high school and Super Awesome Husband and I were impressed with the tour. Unfortunately, our kids act like me. Upon arrival for pickup one day, a […]
Last night at bedtime, with concern for our family in our neighboring state and a memory of the Boston Marathon, 8 year old Tomboy Princess mourned the recent passing of a good friend of ours. It was the closest, most accessible way for her to grieve amid the emotional turmoil caused by the news coming out […]
Hey you. Yeah, you – hey! Look at me when I’m writing to you! First of all – you’ve got this. Okay? Nope. I don’t want to hear “But”. You always have this great big “But”. Not going to let you use your big “But” today. In fact, you just back that big “But” right […]