Queen of Rambles

If I have to change one more diaper I swear I am going to jump off a bridge. Of course, it will have to be a bridge over a freeway since the thought of certain death by broken neck and car squishing beats the slim possibility that a sturgeon will eat me or a carp [...]

Don’t you hate it when you have big doings to write in your journal but you absolutely can’t do it? The mom’s group I’m in is totally falling apart and they know about this blog (waves to anyone who’s still reading) so I can’t speculate or anything. Really, I don’t know what’s going on at [...]

I’m very glad I’ve never taken a meal with the royal family of China. Sure, there is no royal family in China, but if there was I would have to decline an invitation to their home. Tonight we ate a special heirloom rice, Forbidden rice. Supposedly it was so good and so special that it [...]

I’m so glad we were able to have our weekend of fun with very little concern about bodily fluids. Yes, there were diapers to be changed. I’m resigned to the fact that I’m going to be swimming in dirty diapers for at least two more years. But there was no puke and no nasty, rancid, [...]

I had a great post all planned out for this evening. I would share our adventures in West Virginia, and oh how you would laugh. You would be impresed with my ability to handle extremely rude children and you’d be angry at ignornant people who talk too loud. You’d sigh wistfully and wish you could [...]

We knew we weren’t in the big city anymore when we walked into a Denny’s (it was that or Burger King) and saw a whole posse of blue haired waitresses. They didn’t have cool dark blue ultra-chic blue hair. Oh no. They had blue old lady hair. We had officially arrived in the country and [...]

There was an insistent knock on the door this morning, right in middle of a baby nap/tense Veronica Mars moment*. Every time I fling the door open I cringe and give myself a verbal reprimand. Look out the peephole, crazy woman! Do you want to be murdered by a rogue gunman? My behavior never changes, [...]