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Freedom at Golden Skate
Over the weekend my daughter was invited to attend a birthday party held at the local roller skating rink. I tend to stay at the birthday parties my kids attend, mostly because I know how exhausting it is to be the adult in charge. It is a big old barn of a building and smells a little funny, as if thousands of sweaty folks have encircled its space for the past forty-odd years. Which, we can assume, is exactly what has been happening.
I stood alongside the wall for 2 hours as I watched my daughter stubbornly move around the rink, progressing from that painful mincing shuffle to small glides on her rented skates. It was great to watch her gain confidence and see her smile get bigger and bigger. It was also a 2 hour trip down my own memory lane. Read more…
BAMFing It Up
It can be said that we learn more from our kids than they learn from us. That is certainly true in some situations. Although in my case, my children have given up trying to teach me how to be a Lego Whisperer of their caliber. Any caliber, really. And in the case of Littlest, he taught me that gerunds are just about the funnest thing in the world. (Actually, I already knew this, but I was going for parallel structure within my argument, so can we all just roll with it? Thanks.)
Yesterday, he and Middlest were entertaining themselves with a MadLib and when she asked him for a verb, he offered up this gem: DIARRHEA. As in, “the hippo with the brown striped nose and octopus head was diarrhea-ing in the hopping car.” Read more…
When Creative Passion Takes A Backseat
I know that according to my bio, I may appear to be one of those creative types, but that appearance is much better on paper than in real life. No whimsical long skirts or beaded necklaces here. No clouds of patchouli or dread locks. Nope, I look like I could be an accountant or maybe a cashier at the grocery store.
What’s more, I never have been a poster child for creativity. I was a serious child who didn’t play like other kids. I didn’t play with dolls much, I didn’t dream about my future husband and plan out my children whom I would name Sebastian and Josephine. I didn’t create play worlds out of my Tinker-Toys and Lego. I was a strange little child, indeed. Read more…
Honeydew or Honey Don’t
I’ll admit I struggled a bit to come up with a title for today’s post because what I planned to write about seemed a bit, well, b-o-r-i-n-g and I have a certain level of un-boring to maintain around here. So I did what most sleep-deprived folks do, I googled the correct spelling and instead of finding a mere answer, I found a trove of information I didn’t know I was missing.
The process went a bit like this: Read more…
Things That Make Me Snicker
Hello all you beautiful people! How are you? Me, I’m doing all right but I am a bit sleep deprived. Which, in my little corner of the world, translates into rum-dumb silliness. Or, in other words, goofy things make me snicker.
Things like people’s names. For example, I recently heard of a gentleman with a first name of Richard. And a surname of Wisher. And he goes by the nickname for Richard. Let’s hope if he’s married, his wife doesn’t get mail addressed to Mrs. blah blah. Read more…
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