Blaze – looking uncharacteristically disheveled as she blows her coat (big time) – seems to be taking the whole idea of going to hang... Read More
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… on nicknames lived up to
The Disposable Shack. Disposed. Well, not quite. But now I am thinking it was so unfair to refer to this wonderful home as the... Read More
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… on every man for himself
That is not a rat. It’s Tony Soprano, a made man on Southport Island. Tony is, in fact, a mink. An American one. I... Read More
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… on knowing, and *knowing*
Until about twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t look. Totally true. It’s been nearly a week since Sam’s accident down in New Orleans, and all... Read More
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… on the scamp and birthdays
I looked it up. Scamping is being mischievous in an endearing, a playful, or naughty way. Actually, I don’t think ‘scamping’ is a word. Scamp is though. And Marshal... Read More
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… on a trophy (a JPNN Special Monday Edition)
The dark descends, the lights come on. The seats fill. The engine noise – the crowd – starts… swelling, retreating… ebbing, flowing. One song... Read More
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… on five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred… legos
Yesterday, the Nearly Perfect Husband (also known in these parts as ‘Daddy’ (Marshal), ‘Fah-sah’ (Gabe), ‘But Daaaaad’ (Mac), and – depending on what he... Read More
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… on dreams of a garden (wedding)
Yesterday, I was googling away, in total wedding planning mode. The Nearly Perfect Husband walked by as I was looking up “skinny evergreens”. Then... Read More
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… on not an elf on the shelf
Ya. So I’m sitting there the other night, all cozy in my big comfy chair and looking at my warm and cozy twinkle lights... Read More
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… on the mess
Last weekend we had Dingle Family Christmas. Sure, it’s a little misleading in that not everyone who comes to Dingle Family Christmas is toting... Read More
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… on the rescue tea set
Years ago, when the kids were little (and quite demanding little suckers), I had an hour between dropping one little monster off, and a... Read More
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… on apple pride
Yesterday, a Christmas miracle happened. I was cleaning Self-Proclaimed Perfect Boy Gabe’s and Number One Son Sam’s bedroom (yes, to ready them for the... Read More