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Coming Clean

Surly Mom — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 17:41:37 +0000

No, those aren’t maggots. It’s just rice.

You would automatically assume that I was in the kitchen….but the area being scrutinized was my bathtub. Why was there rice on the side of the bathtub? Well, if you’ve been a mom as long as I have, you just don’t ask those questions anymore. Sure, when you had more than four brain cells, you would have turned this into a Sherlock Holmes-worthy whodunit but these days…..maybe you just don’t want to know or even care. You need to preserve those precious remaining brain cells for more important endeavors, such as killing them with a glass of wine at the end of the week while chatting with your best friend about nothing in particular.

Eventful Sporting

Maniacal Mommy — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 00:53:14 +0000

I really do not like to leave the house in the evening, particularly when it is just the kids and me. Even if we managed to have a dinner where everything went rather well, and only a small portion of food landed on the floor, that in no way means venturing out into the world is a good idea.

Fresh Air

Maniacal Mommy — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 00:33:42 +0000

We have taken to having our dinner outdoors. It’s nice to eat under the shade tree, and whatever JD drops, the chickens clean up for me, so it’s rather win-win. Plus dinner tends to coincide with what I call the “witching hour”.

Beautiful Things

Maniacal Mommy — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 01:16:35 +0000

My final round of trashy magazines hit my mailbox last week. The special price had ended, and let’s face it: without the Stephen King column in the one, I really had no reason to get it. We get to see a movie on the big screen maybe once a year, not counting free kids movies or “must see” kids movies.

Field Day

B-Sting — Thu, 12 May 2011 02:46:12 +0000

Today was the 1^st grade’s Field Day at HRH’s school. (For those of you new to B-Sting-speak, HRH is how I refer to my daughter. AKA – Her Royal Highness)

I remember Field Day from my youth. I hated it. Every damned year. It was supposed to be fun, exhilarating, and a great way to burn and run off energy. Instead, for me, it was a long day of showcasing how uncoordinated, lanky, clumsy, and all-around unathletic I was. I dreaded it and would try to think of excuses to get out of attending. That heavy feeling of dank dread hung over me as I prepared HRH for her Field Day. I kept my dark memories to myself as I slathered her with sunscreen and sent her on her way to school. Surely, she would have a better experience? After all, Daddy volunteered this year! She got to ride to school in his cool, tricked out car. She got to hug and kiss him whenever she wanted, all day. And he worked one of the Field Stations! How cool is that?!?

Balls!

Maniacal Mommy — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 19:03:49 +0000

If there is one thing that goes hand in hand with raising three sons, aside from the dire need for soap and water, is balls. My oldest son, Tater, showed the most basic of gender differences the first time he went to the hardware store with me. He was in awe! His little face just beamed, as if to say, I have found what I love!

But I Like To Eat!

Maniacal Mommy — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 01:22:35 +0000

It seems safe to say that most of us, at point or another, have been heavier than we wanted to be. I say this because January, that great month of resolutions, is chock full of reminders that we wish we were kinder to our bodies. Ads for nicotine patches and gums prevail, and weight loss ads are downright unavoidable.

New Year ResOhWhatever

B-Sting — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 21:01:42 +0000

Happy New Year!!!

Common Post-Holiday Question #1: Did you have a good New Year?

How can we answer that? It just started. Days 1, 2, and 3 have been stellar, I guess. I think the more appropriate question should be, “How was your Old Year?” THAT we can comment on.

The Ritual

B-Sting — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 17:50:12 +0000

I am a fitness instructor. Sadly, I don’t look like a fitness instructor because I’m having a public love affair with peanut butter, candy corn, and cake. I know what I need to do. I know how to do it. I’ve even successfully done it (many years ago, I lost approximately 100 pounds). But keeping it off… Man! That’s hard! I’ve been going through the same cyclical pattern for about 15 years, now. It looks like this:

No Fly Zone

Mom With A Pen — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 06:04:08 +0000

Summer calls for salad and “getting healthy”. After all, it’s not pretty after you chow down on pasta and pass out from a carb coma…

Just sayin’.

The only negative to salad and a new health kick is that apparently our neighborhood flies are on the band wagon too. Every time I open the back door to fire up our Weber, one of them takes it as an open invitation to come in and fondle our leaf lettuce. Last week I even saw one land on the remote. I think he was trying to press “rewind” for the P90X toll-free number. Don’t feel sorry for him. He wouldn’t have made it past week 3. Yup, my “Mr. Miyagi” karate chop, not only ended any chance of him bulking up, but pretty much did him in.