Monthly Archives: August 2013

Red Rover, Red Rover

Hilde would like to move west- but apparently, not badly enough. A few weeks ago, a family from India living in L.A. wanted to hire her- but she instantly had a problem with the spicy food she’d have to eat. … Continue reading

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Sweaty Feet; Sweaty Palms

My middle child looks nothing like me. In fact, had I not been with her from the moment she was born, I might think she belonged to someone else. But the shitty disposition and sweaty hands/feet are what bind us … Continue reading

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Hot Diggity Dog

Randomly I went to stop by a newer friend’s house to kill time with my eldest. While there, I met a young blonde woman who is a waitress. At Hooters. Matter of factly, I asked her if she was interested … Continue reading

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A is for Apple

My second child is very perceptive; she has intuition and is able to read faces/body language. So when we had dinner at Bubbie’s house and she saw that Poppop was limping from having surgery, she asked me if he was … Continue reading

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FB Yardsale

Time is on the clock… (100,000 Pyramid) “A Car bed…a telescope… Leapster video games…a truck…. a pair of crocs…20 DVDs your kids will never watch… weights…Dollhouse…8 piece drum set…” What is, shit your husband buys on the virtual yard sale?

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Penai 101

My son is potty trained sitting wise. However, I recently was able to get him to try making a sissy, standing. First lesson learned: remind him to hold it. Second lesson learned: remind him to aim. Now, the first time, … Continue reading

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Hershey Park Happy

Note to parents of children like mine: Do not attempt to visit theme parks… In summer months In winter months Too early in the day Too late in the day Before or after meals Where lines are 20 min. or … Continue reading

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Defriending 101

A week ago I ran into a fellow acquaintance who had recently sent me a “friend request” for FB. Now, I had thought we were friends all along, until I mentioned it to him. “Didn’t I add you like months … Continue reading

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The Butler

The other evening hubby and I went to a one aisle theater and were seated on the second to last row, inside corner seats. Aside from my fear of claustrophobia and death by trampling, I had a bigger concern. You … Continue reading

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I Have to Go Potty, AGAIN

I think it’s safe to say that each of my two eldest children have 1 oz. bladders. How do I know this? Within the first 10 minutes of our travels, they each had to make 3 times. Now, if you … Continue reading

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