Suckling from a lion’s teat……

Yesterday, my daughter brought me two inflatable animals that we had purchased from Oriental Trading for a baby shower. Lounging on the couch, I began to blow them up. I quickly discovered that what I was doing must have looked obscene. The valve was located on the underside of the animal, and there I was, completely reclined, inflating this lion as if suckling from its teat (or worse). Do manufacturers think when producing these things OR do they do stuff like this on purpose for a little chuckle? To turn me from a light shade of pink to a laughing mess, the more I blew, the taller the tail got, until it was finally standing straight up.

That is one big smile!

That is one big smile….. I think my husband might have been jealous…..

Our story…… 14 years in the making….

I met my husband, my freshman year of college. Being a recluse my freshman year, it took me a good three weeks to even come out of my room to meet people. When I left my dorm room that night, I had no idea that I would be meeting the love of my life.

I opened my dorm room door around 9 pm, that Saturday in September, and slowly wandered down to the forth floor lounge. The room was empty, the TV set to Nickat Nite, playing a marathon of Taxi.

Thanks, Reading Rainbow, for renewing my sense of wonder

I am writing this post to thank Reading Rainbow. For the first time in awhile, I sat down with my daughter and watched Reading Rainbow. Usually I use the time that she is watching her allotment of one to two shows daily to get some much needed cleaning/work done. Today, I sat with her and watched RR, and then promptly cried. CRIED. Cried tears of joy and felt renewed. Alright, maybe I need to be medicated, but I could not help it.

5 Tips to Control the Kid Clutter

I am almost there. I recently, having moved to our FIRST HOME (yeah!!!), found myself buried under a mountain of stuffed animals, naked dolls, and blocks, and shape sorters. Oh, and books……enough to start a public library. I tried to call for help, but my pleas were far too distant for those to hear, so I began to excavate myself from underneath the rubble. I can say that I am almost have dug myself out….. only a few more shelves to install in the closets, and I am there. I learned some valuable tips along the way, and I will share them with you now.

Sweetie – Age Four – Future Leader?

Political talk is flooding the air waves this election, so I wasn’t too surprised was Sweetie picked up the name Barack Obama, and started talking about him It is an odd name that is heard everyday, several times a day on the news and the radio. She also talks about Hillary Clinton and John McCain running for president, but Barack Obama is always said in an exalted voice. Guess she has picked her candidate, even if it is because he has an interesting name.

Shoes……..a good of a topic as any to start my blog

So, in thinking of a way to start of this blog, I could come up with nothing but shoes. Such a self-introspective topic don’t you think? As my brother said about my new effort, “Experience the pleasure of thoughtful and personal memoirs”. And I came up with shoes……

So let me clarify. I do not, in any way, have the cliche shoe fetish that most people think of when women start talking about shoes. I don’t wear heals…..except on very very special occasions. In eighth grade, I got sent home from cheerleading practice (some who know me are now snickering) for wearing hiking boots. Get the picture? Most would call me a tad “granola”.