Sock It To Me

Sock It To Me

Apparently my house now has communal socks. A month ago I bought myself new gym socks, but several pair have disappeared. A few weeks ago I found a pair on my daughter's feet. The best part was she just thought I bought her new socks since she found them in her drawer. This is what happens when my husband folds the clothes. He has no idea what undergarments belong to who either. I found a pair of Wonder Woman underpants in my drawer awhile ago. They were a size 8, as in made for an 8 year old child. One of the problems is that I buy cool socks. I bought a set of Harry Potter themed socks that have slowly...

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I Can’t Quit You

I Can’t Quit You

We finally cancelled our gym membership after complaining about the place for a year. We were paying a small fortune to change in filthy locker rooms, shower with mold and get hit on by hairy old fat men in the co-ed sauna. I know that last one might seem like a perk to some people, but seriously, I have been given the head to toe eyeball by an old man that I thought was wearing a sweater in the sauna. It was, in fact, just back hair. Not just any back hair - grey back hair, and lots of it. At least I didn't have to see him later in the locker room, unlike my husband. When I went to the membership desk to...

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People Who Died

People Who Died

I was listening to the radio this morning as I was getting dressed and a cover of the Jim Carroll song <a href="http://People Who Died" target="_blank" rel="noopener">"People Who Died" came on. Somehow I was quickly singing along. I had no idea that I knew the words to that song. As I was listening I was thinking that he had a pretty diverse group of people that he knew. I mean, if I were the one writing that song it would go: overdose, cancer, suicide, cancer, cancer, car crash, overdose, aneurysm, car crash, cancer, old age. I don't know anyone who took a bullet while robbing a store or anyone who...

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Going Postal

Going Postal

I spend a lot of time at the post office. Between my CPA practice and my Rodan + FieldsĀ business, I have a lot of packages going out. I normally go directly to the self-serve kiosk. The lines inside are usually rather long and the postal workers are usually rather crabby. I often wonder if there is some secret torture chamber in the back room that makes the staff behave as if they are being held hostage. I mean I get that they have to deal with a bunch of geniuses that can't fill out the proper paperwork or tape a box shut, but they are governmental employees which means their benefits should be enough to keep...

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Daredevil

Daredevil

We took a little trip with my parents this weekend. My mom decided it would be fun for Riley to have an adventure every month, so we started out the year with a quick trip to Splash Village. It's only about an hour away, so we can all pile into the car and get there quickly. My family is all about adventure, but the less time we have to spend getting there is always good. My daughter asks "how much longer until we are there?" within 5 minutes of us being in the car and when we haven't even made it to the airport yet that question can make for a long trip. I have told her often how much I loved family trips as a...

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Family

Family

I love family parties. It gives me a chance to catch up with my cousins who I don't see nearly enough and the aunt and uncle on my dad'd side of the family who provide me with a lot of information about my dad and what he was like as a kid. I hear about how their dad paid them for their report cards and how he got them to do all of the work around the house without ever having to lift a finger. My grandfather on my dad's side was not a very good dad. It sometimes amazes me that his three sons all turned out to be really good dads and even better grandfathers. I listened to my dad and aunt talk about their...

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Holiday in the Sun

Holiday in the Sun

Since my daughter was thirteen months old we have vacationed in Atlantis. It's been a few years since we have been here because my husband has this crazy idea that there should be a direct correlation between my income and the number of vacations we take. He worries about money more than anyone I know. Maybe it's because I am capable of spending $1,000 while walking through the airport. There is a candy store in the resort that I have been known to spend upwards of $300 at. In my defense, the bulk rate is $5 per 1/4 pound. When the whole family tags along on vacation I go for a run every morning to pick out our...

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Gratitude (Again)

Gratitude (Again)

About a month ago my daughter and I were out driving, running errands and shopping. She saw a homeless man on the side of the road. As we drove by she said "I wish we could help that man" and I told her we could. I didn't have a single dollar in my purse at the time we were driving by but I did have a credit card and the need to teach my daughter that being part of the world means taking care of each other. I told her how people could help, by giving money or helping find a place to sleep. We talked about how we could help and decided that making packages of things that people might need living on the street...

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Punk Rock Girl

Punk Rock Girl

Free dress days are always either a total joy or a total headache depending on two things - the theme and the preparedness of the woman who can't dress herself in the morning. Luckily today's free dress had no theme. When there is a theme it is usually sports and in this house a sports theme can be problematic. I always have a shirt or two for my mini me to wear from my alma mater which is diametrically opposed to her school colors. My husband has no alma mater and no opinion about what clothing she should wear on free dress days. He sneaks out of the house to work before she even wakes up. Luckily this morning...

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I Want Candy

I Want Candy

My daughter busted us eating her candy at least three times in the past week. I would like to say that this only happens around Halloween, but it's not true. It's an ongoing battle in our house. Whenever our daughter brings home candy she puts it in a cup in the cupboard. She has her daily piece from this stash. My husband also has his daily piece from this stash. I might also dig into the cup now and then depending on which side of the bed my little mini me crawled out of. All of a sudden the candy is gone and everybody is blaming each other for eating it all. The same thing happens with cereal. Anything sweet...

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