We tackled the repair of the privacy fence on Saturday. Second Son decided we should just get it out of the way, so I called Baby Sis to see if she’d go to Lowe’s with me to get the lumber (she’s got a truck, I don’t) and called Dad to see if he’d bring extra tools and come in to supervise and engineer the project. We got started about...

I guess last you heard from me, the kids were enjoying snow days without any snow and we were roughin’ it without a furnace for two days. Damn – that was almost 3 weeks ago. Well, I’m not even going to offer up any kind of excuse (if any of you are still out there) because there are only really two things that keep me away from here: 1) being sick...

Let me tell you the story of my week, so far. As I sit here in my office typing (yes, all bundled up with my gloves ON) know, up front, that this is a glass-half-full tale. Let’s rewind to Sunday afternoon, shall we? It was a record setting warm day – 75 degrees at 3pm on DECEMBER 14th! Yes, it was lovely. Kids outside playing, running around in t-shirts...

PDD as a Fairy Princess on Halloween: That shot just scares the bejesus out of me. Granted, it’s a bit much in the makeup department (on purpose), but Lord have mercy…when she gets it in her head that she needs to wear makeup, I’m sunk. However, at 9, she’s quite the cute fairy princess, isn’t she? The dress is courtesy of Baby Sis,...

BabySis forwarded an email to me this evening, and it struck a nerve. Enough that I want to pass it on, too...

Well, I declared that back on June 21, 1981 when I was shanghaied and dumped moved here. But I was 17 at the time and had a bad attitude. And as I’ve stated before, I’ve had plenty of time to leave, so I try to keep my disparaging remarks to a minimum. But this declaration does warm my vengeful heart just a tad. So, to celebrate our newly declared status,...

Talked to BabySis today. She was venting about BabyHubby. He tosses dirty clothes in the general direction of the hamper; 10% hit rate, if she’s lucky. He NEVER scrapes or rinses his dishes before depositing them precariously in the sink, further cementing BabySis’ distinct lack of love for doing dishes. He takes the trash out on trash days (Tues &...