Calling all Ghouls and Goblins back out of storage …

OK people – now I could rant on and on about how some retailers started playing Christmas music October 31st and even had the audacity to remove their leftover ghouls and goblins and replace them with stupid cutsie little elves and reindeer, but alas, I will not go there – Nope. I won’t. I mean…

When you see dirt under someone’s fingernails …

Children – young children – don’t notice the dirt under someone’s fingernails … especially when they’re handing you a slice of birthday cake. And if they do, they don’t think much of it other than that the said someone needs to wash their hands. When I was young – say six, seven … nine, ten…

SURVIVOR Suburbia Neighborhood Style

Earlier tonight … I was on my way to soccer practice (not for me, for my daughter) when a thought so profoundly funny hit my brain that I almost had to pull the car over. You know how I’m throwing a SURVIVOR party for a bunch of (dare I say, privileged) eleven year olds this…

Who Wants A Pony??!

I am stumped.  Any guesses why??  A few hints … It’s not because I can’t figure out what to get my father-in-law for his birthday.  Not because I don’t know what to make for dinner or where I’ve managed to lose yet another set of car keys.  And I’ve given up on learning HTML so…

I learned two things from grandmother.  The first, after some glorious holiday exchange between aunts and uncles, first cousins and second cousins, and anyone else that shared our surname was, “Never apologize for who your family is. You didn’t choose them,” she told me. “As for your fiends, if you have crappy friends that’s entirely…

Ho, ho, ho ….

One bottle of Chardonnay and one wedge of French brie = Dinner last night (my dinner). The in-laws are in town … God I love the holidays For real folks … I do love Christmas … love the way my son skips around the house and my daughters get along and laugh together … it…