Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Monday, December 27, 2010


Thursday, December 23, 2010


After weeks of Christmas shopping I've concluded that gifts for pre-teens come in one of two categories:

Those that cost less than fifty bucks....these are cd's, dvd's, T-shirts, books, sketch pads, socks, underwear, and Fushigi.


Those that cost more than two hundred bucks....laptops, PS3's, iPod Touch, bicycles, and mopeds.

There is nothing in between.

Let's face it, unless it's cash, it's going to be a loser gift anyway.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010


It’s no secret I hate shopping in crowds more than I hate shaving my armpits. There are a million things I’d rather do than fight a horde of consumers in a mall. Things such as changing cat litter. Or breast feeding an angry wolverine.

So when I discovered Etsy.com, it was like the stars shone a little brighter and a choir of leprechauns started serenading me.

I’ve fallen down the Etsy rabbit hole and I can’t seem to claw my way back out. It’s a sickness, I tell you.

Tis the season of shopping. I mean, tis the season of giving. But since I’m far too talentless and too lazy to actually make things for the people I love, I’m stuck shopping.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


You know what people don't do anymore? Drop in to see friends. No one just "stops in" for a quick visit.

You say: "But, I'm busy! We have a schedule! What about mah privacy!" etc.

It's a shame, really.

Though our house is usually a wreck, each weekend, I at least try to clean the kitchen (the main room of the house) so that it's ready for spontaneous visitors. (Note: if you've ever been over here and are feeling the need to disprove that, shut up.)

We have to get out of this habit of waiting until the stars align to have fellowship. Stop on by…because chances are, I will forget to invite you over tomorrow or next week, and then a year will have passed, and we’ll wonder why the other has new gray hairs and deeper crows feet since the last visit.

We create these black holes of busy-ness, and I easily got sucked into it. The end.

No clue what I've been doing, but it usually involves telling people shorter than I to do stuff they don't want to do. But it’s Christmas craft day at our house. Cookies will ensue. Pandora Christmas music. Peppermint candles make my house seem extra festive. The mound of presents under the tree intoxicating. The children suspiciously on good behavior. It’s going to be a good day.

Friday, December 17, 2010


“Keegan, why does your lunch bag smell like there might be chunks of brown, spoiled nastiness in there? How long has this food been in here?”

[Shrugs shoulders]


Famous quote, “I forgot.”

With two kids in school and a full time job, I don't make a habit of going through their backpacks every night. Obviously. They pull out their homework and any papers for me, I help them with their homework if they need it, I check it, I sign their homework journal, and they put everything back into the bag. I guess, from now on, I'll have to ask, "Do you have any homework? Do you have any papers for me? Do you have anything that needs to be signed? Do you have any spoiled food in your backpack?"

Inevitably, among the papers smooshed and mutilated at the bottom of their bags are also invitations to birthday parties. Being held tomorrow. Most times, the weekend passing.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


Bailey made the front page of the Tomball version of the Chronicle this week, showing off her skills as an English rider at Saddlebrook Equestrian Center.  Here's my 9-year old wonderkid...

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