Showing posts from July, 2013

Foot, meet Mouth.

Foot-- have you met Mouth? Really, you two should be great friends since I seem to put one into the other on a regular basis.

I don't get it. When I moved to DC, making friends was a snap. I was a good listener, a good conversationalist, and was not afraid to be in a crowd because my feet stayed on the floor and my mouth stayed on my face. There was an occasional gaff (You're atheist? But  you're so nice." Please don't think I'm exaggerating. I totally said that to a good friend. She still claims me.)
And then I moved home. And the wheels fell off. Or, maybe they became permanently attached since my foot is served best with a creamy b├ęchamel sauce. In the past few days the following three things come to mind...
(1) I called a woman's baby ugly. No lie. She told me how pretty my baby was and then told me a story about hers. My response to her telling the story of how her daughter had to 'grow into her features' was, "You know, I have always won…

Love is enough

We are getting settled- slowly, but surely. If the rain will let up, we can get our basement under control. If time can move just a bit slower, we could get this house settled. It seems like we are always picking things up, putting things away, and trying to make a life here.

If ... If ... if.

If we ever needed knowledge that we made the right decision- we have it. No thanks to the house. My parents went to Mexico at the end of June. Husband and Wife were not in our home yet, and had gone out to dinner. SIL calls us and asks us to come over- Brother has had "a twitch." "A twitch" is something that has worked it's way into our vocabulary instead of that dreaded word, seizure.

Husband and Wife arrived at their home to find Brother laying on the ground in the garage and the children under Niece's bed. This was the plan. Weeks prior, they met with a friend who is a child-life specialist and she gave the children tools to help them and to answer any question the…

Silence is golden?

No. It's not.

It hurts and it's loud and it just plain stinks.

The good news is I can't hear MB cry out or LMC whine, so there is a silver lining.

Right after we moved home, Nephew had a cold- who promptly gave it LMC... who in turn gave it to Husband, who graciously gave the gift to MB... who then gave it to me.

The cold starts out with the usual leaks from the nose, before a sore throat sets in... only to conclude with pink eye and painful ears. We were a beautiful messy bunch. One by one we went down and one by one they came through the other side.

This girl, on the other hand, is shaking her fists at the moving gods and cursing all things mucous and puss oriented.

Yeah, I said it.

A week ago, I thought I was coming through the other side. Turns out, I was just making a sharp turn to crazy-ville. My ear drum ruptured Sunday morning and started bleeding... profusely. Like one of those scenes from a bad movie where the guy is poisoned and starts bleeding from his ears. I …