Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Kid: Whatcha doing, Mama? Me: I’m playing this game, Fallout 3. I’m not very good at it. Kid: Why do you keep looking at your computer? Me: I’m looking at a guide to make sure I don’t miss anything in the game while I play. Kid: Isn’t that called “cheating”?

A post on MetaFilter noting the death of jazz singer Blossom Dearie took me to the excellent Schoolhouse Rock video she sang – Figure Eight. My daughter came down while I was watching it and wondered at me for a while. She’d seen Schoolhouse Rock stuff, of course, but I explained to her that when [...]

My seven year old is an endless source of amusement. Last week, she managed to lose: • Her sweater • The shoes she wore to a birthday party • The pants she wore to school(!) (she did come home in her Halloween costume, however) The other day, she brought home her journal from school. One [...]

The other day Hub was talking to #2 daughter about her bad habit of jumping in and trying to do stuff. Like, she’ll hear the first part of the sentence “I didn’t feed the dogs today” and jump in and start to do it herself before the rest, “Because they were barfing all night and [...]

Well, maybe it is, but there’s not much going on lately so I’ll just bore you. • There’s a huge lice outbreak at the elementary school. Rumor has it that 80 kids have teh boogs. We all hate the nit comb. • The in-laws made it through Ike okay, although they lost power for over a [...]

Hub swears he’s not making this up. On a long drive with the kids the other day, he heard them playing “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Ruby Nose.” The goal was to reach across the backseat and grab their sister’s nose. I guess with enough grabbing, the nose becomes ruby-colored? Kids are so [...]

Given my history, it’s no wonder that I’m having nightmares about my Capstone course, which is the last required course I need to graduate. One nightmare involved my completely forgetting to go to class – a perennial favorite of the dream machine in my brain. The other one last night had my professor move the [...]

Apparently 8 years old is when the body issues start. Jo lost a bracelet off her arm tonight. She was already tired, and it was the last straw. “I want bigger arms! I don’t like having little thin arms!” It’s all downhill from here.