Ever since that fateful day in 1977 when I crashed my bike and broke my arm in two places after my brother and I followed our mother’s explicit instructions to “GET OUT. TAKE YOUR BIKES. AND DON’T COME BACK UNTIL THE STREET LIGHTS COME ON,” I stopped listening to my mother.
Leslie (left) and friend circa 1977, from my baby book. Notice the staple.
Unfortunately for me, that was the last time she’s ever been wrong.
She told me not to pierce my ears. Result? Double pierced on both sides at age 13 by some clueless teenaged Piercing Pagoda trainee at the Monroeville Mall. Long term result? Thirty years later my ear holes are about as lopsided as my knockers. Continue reading
Well, it’s Spring Break in these parts, and we’re staycationing this year…again. Spring Break travel requires much more advanced planning than I am ever able to successfully do, so here we are.
Home sweet…holy shit, is there a wasps’ nest in our new screened porch? Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose of having a screened porch? Awesome.
But we’ve already made it halfway through the week without major incident, which is pretty good for us. Continue reading
I just found a dried booger on my shower curtain.
It’s about two feet off the ground, on the outside of the curtain, right next to the toilet in my kids’ bathroom.
After three kids, very little surprises me, and yet—there is something intriguing about the decision making process that went into this random little DNA deposit.
Picture this, if you will… Continue reading
As part of a new series we’ll call The Best of The Bearded Iris, the following is my most popular post of 2013 (originally published January 9, 2013).
Happy New Year, friends. Stay warm today!
Damn. Parenting is hard.
Every day is a veritable obstacle course of responsibilities and decisions.
And just when you feel like you’ve gotten one part of parenting down because nobody got a cavity this year or burned down the house with their new chemistry set, something else goes horribly wrong. It’s the Murphy’s Law of Parenting. Continue reading
When we last left our heroine…
Wait. I’m sorry, I just despise that word. I can never remember if it’s heroin or heroine and then I get nervous that people will think I’m leaving my smack lying around all willy nilly.
(Quick Google check and heroine-with-an-e it is. I know—I’ll create a pneumonic device to help me remember: the e is for extra excellent feeeeemale hero. Got it. Oh wait, is it pneumonic or mnemonic? Shit. And you wonder why I don’t write more often.)
Digression ending in 3-2-1…
Heroine. With an e. That would be me. Hiya!
If you’re just joining us, Continue reading
This is the first year all three of my kids have extra-curricular activities and life seems to have gotten a bit more unmanageable all of a sudden.
Tell you what though, as much as I sometimes envy my friends with only one child, there really is something special about the life-lessons and social skills kids with siblings
have to endure get to experience.
Recently we had a very interesting situation dropped in our laps. Continue reading