My son's favored form of worship.
My son's favored form of worship.
The Retro Song Bloglet
Sometimes while waiting for the quinoa to get cooked all the way through, you think of Bon Jovi and his ballads. And then Bed of Roses pops into your head. And you play it and sing along till your flesh and blood comes and tells you that he can't hear the narrator talk about the... Continue Reading →
Dafuq Bloglet#2
TO just shocked me a few seconds ago when he found a bug crawling around in his room. He picked up my slipper (not his, mine) and said, "Say hello to my little friend!" and squished it into oblivion!! When did he see Scarface and how did he even know this quote?!!
Adjusting To Normalcy
Across the world children are heading back to school although what they knew to be a scholastic experience has changed quite a bit. In some places they have kids attending school a few days a week. In others it's for a few hours whereas in many places in Europe it's been business as usual for... Continue Reading →
How To Tell A Pre-Teen Lives In Your House
Here it goes in no particular order: He calls you Bruh..mom and dad have left the building and Bruh reigns supreme.Angst is the name of the game.Being contrary is also the name of the game.Tantrums are usually lurking around the corner.Flashes of brilliance (I use the term loosely) can be expected.Hugs and kisses are still... Continue Reading →
Parenting Bloopers#1
I've often mentioned the focus on English language that was given during my education. That I also ended up studying English literature during my undergrads was of no surprise to many. One of the things we've been taught over the years, in appreciation of poetry and prose, is the figures of speech that add that... Continue Reading →
Aftermath of a Movie
We watch one movie as a family every week. We usually do it on Friday nights since it's a good way to bring in the weekend for TO. And since it's usually a family movie, we all end up being either parts of "awwww" or "siggghhhs" or just have lots of laugh-out-loud moments. With TO... Continue Reading →
Problematic Pet Peeves
I was largely educated in convent schools where wooden rulers and thick books (Wren&Martin) flew through the air and landed on unsuspecting hands and back with unfailing frequency. They were almost always accompanied by beady-eyed looks of utter disapproval and disappointment by nuns sporting sparse to scary amounts of mouthbrows. Yikes! Add to that my... Continue Reading →
Duodecim
TO turned 12 recently and barring the beginnings of a slight sprinkling of hair on his upper lip, am seeing very few signs of him growing up per se. There are plusses and minuses to this as can be expected. Let's tackle the minuses first so I can get them out of my system; for... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 