Mothers can tell you that this ‘Mom my Ride!’ clip only goes halfway…they don’t even have stickers on the windows! [kml_flashembed movie=”http://www.youtube.com/v/HEFE3B0Rje0″ width=”425″ height=”350″ wmode=”transparent” /]
As I was cramming my way throught my textbooks today I got the call that every parent most fears: “Hi, this is you son’s school calling, how are you?” “Great, great.” (can you get to the point?) “Okay, well, your son hurt his foot today…apparently he was kicking a wall at recess.” “Hmm, oh dear.” (kicking
The five-year old and I bought 100 daffodill bulbs today and chopped our way past the one thousand and one rocks, through the brick-like clay, and passed the construction debris to put thirty of them in the ground.  I seriously pulled out one chunk of concrete the size of a dinner plate. However, it was
I’ve been enjoying the fluff and stuff hitting the fan over the SFWA vs. Cory Doctorow showdown. I’m aware that my finding the whole thing amusing is probably unkind, just as my quietly laughing when I whiz by people stuck in traffic, while I take the commuter lane, is undoubtably small-minded of me. I’ll try
Yesterday I recieved a heavy box full of my next batch of textbooks. Nine books for the Modern China class, two for World History, and one for Modern US History. I pulled out my school calender and got busy with a highlighter and pen, fitting these classes into the schedule. Because I’m an Independent Study student, I can
I’m catching a plane tomorrow to a funeral, so I may or may not be blogging much between now and this weekend. I only guarantee a post this weekend because Sunday I’ll be routing you all toward my first story of the fall to be published. And I couldn’t miss that, right?
I keep seeing these info blurbs about backpacks. They’re letting us know that we must choose wisely in picking out a backpack. It’s important to purchase one that fits the child, is user-friendly, will hold up all year, and is two-thumbs-up functional. Umm. Hate to break it to you, but school’s already started for most
I have an excellent excuse as to why I didn’t blog all last week. Really. And while it would be more interesting to all of you if my excuse involved a harrowing ambulance ride, poisonous jellyfish stings, and at least a hurricane or two… In reality we had a great time. Shopped, splashed, swam, savored. In
I’ve worked quickly this last week to finish all my more urgent class work before the trip. My plan is to give myself this week to get a couple of short stories written, and to that end I’ve been fleshing out a few story ideas. The only problem is, the outlines sound more like novels than