I am a child of the 80s. (Oh, fine. I am a child of the 70s. But my teen years were in the 80s. My FORMATIVE years, if you will.) And as such, I feel compelled to say: the apocalypse is upon us. (more…)
It is 10:58 p.m. here in Exile. And in the name of all that’s holy, P2 is STILL. AWAKE. Until I heard the latest excuse, I was ready to remedy that by Googling “hospital supplies online” and “restraints.” Now, though, I’m just proud I didn’t laugh out loud. (You try): (more…)
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This is very possibly the funniest thing I have ever read in my entire life. (If you didn’t click that link and read that post, DO IT NOW. Seriously. SO WORTH IT. I have giggled about the damn clown car remark all day.)
I won’t blame any of you if you never come back here after you get to her site. It’s okay; I don’t know if I can write ever again, anyway. Even on my best day, I don’t come within shouting distance of that kind of talent.
Filed under: Family, Goats, P2, P3, Working Mom | Tags: Commuting, Family, Student Drivers
Always good to start the day with a mystery solved, even if it is more of a “D’oh!” should-have-been-obvious moment than an intricate unraveling of knots. I’ve known from our first days here in Exile that the people are, for the most part, really bad drivers. And NOW….I think I know why. (more…)
Filed under: Family, Goats, P2, P3 | Tags: Calvin & Hobbes, Parenting, Pictures
Next to Godliness, my foot. Next to insanity, more like it. Get out the camera and the goats turn into hams: (more…)
My [in]judicious editing for humorous effect seems to have made my husband sound like an asshat. So I probably should have added, at the end of the original post, the following snippet: (more…)
Filed under: Goats, Human Rights, Nanny, P2, P3, Working Mom | Tags: Activism, Agriculture, Family, Parenting
Monday number two with the nanny IN. DA. HOUSE…! I didn’t get off as easy as last week, though. Why, you ask? (Or maybe you don’t. Fine. Go read something else then. Where was I? Oh, yes.) I didn’t get out of the house before the goats awoke. Partly because one of them, impossible little goat that she is, was up sort of late last night (given the state of the curly red mop on her head, it makes me wonder if she’s been up late practicing ”It’s the Hard-Knock Life” with the other orphans. [Seriously, if the camera batteries were recharged, you would understand what I'm talking about. Maybe tomorrow. ANYway --]) (more…)
