Monthly Archives: January 2013

Get Back Here

If the end of my tether isn’t attached to my son’s hand, all hell breaks loose. I cannot go to the bathroom at 3am unless I tote him along. If I go to the shower, I better keep the shower … Continue reading

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AI Panel

Who the hell is Keith Urban that he’s a judge? Who’s next, Phil the Plumber??

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American Idol

When will Randy get the hint that the show has lost it’s mojo?

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Inauguration 2013

Just watching the parade and imagining my parents as President and Mr. Jew. Father: Let’s get out and walk. Mother: Are you nuts? It’s 33 degrees out there.

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On Mars…

I cannot tell you how often I hear from new nanny, “In Mars, that would never happen.” Or, “In Mars, that would be unacceptable.” How shall I phrase this, so I won’t come off arrogant? WWII.

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Pow To The Kisser

The other evening, hubby and I doubled dated with a couple we know via our children. The wife is 5″ taller than I am period, but on Saturday night, she was a full 12″ taller. When she went to give … Continue reading

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Frozen In Time

I am writing from underneath my blankets and sweaters- still frozen from spending an hour in the freezer my children call, skatium, to watch my children have fun at their first lesson. Next time I will be properly dressed with … Continue reading

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Ice Castles

Today I took my kids to their first ice skating lesson- they had their bike helmets, coats and thick socks. What I forgot was: Gloves and snowpants for them and a jacket and heater for me.

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Carrots

Those of you who are in the dark when it comes to me and my ear sensitivites, here’s the short of it: don’t chew in my ear. So this afternoon, when I am relaxing at the table with my three … Continue reading

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Thank you Hans

My middle child’s first words were: Stink Bug. She has had a fear of them, and other things since she’s a year old. Nightly, she has extreme difficulty sleeping in her own room, or in her own bed. Thankfully, the … Continue reading

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