A Face Full

My face itches. I don’t know how many things you read that start with that statement, but there it is. Some time back, I wrote a post about our new house, and I mentioned very briefly about how the yard was somewhat overgrown.  That may have been an understatement.  Apparently the previous owners of the place were trying to reestablish some natural wildlife habitat or something, although I have no idea what sort of wildlife could inhabit thirty foot vines ...more

Resort (not so) Casual

Greetings! I missed you! If you have never given yourself a vacation from Facebook and other various digital distractions, I highly recommend it. I had many adventures during Lent.  Well, okay, maybe that’s overstating it.  Mostly, I had all of my normal adventures.  You know, like laundry and dishes and cleaning and all that fun stuff. However, I do have one noteworthy experience to share.  I got to see how the other half lives. Uncomfortably.  That’s how they live ....more

Happy Easter!

I will be temporarily stepping away from my blog.  I gave up Facebook for Lent, and it feels so good I’m going to give the old blog here a few weeks to chill out as well.  I will be back in full force after Easter, so be ready! Happy Easter to all of you, dear readers, and don’t forget about me! ...more

Do You Love Hating People on Facebook?

The (Not So) Special Mother has a great post about the feeling of social isolation that comes from overusing social media that segues into a familiar phenomenon with Facebook: it makes you hate people you used to like. People's status updates start getting under your skin, and neighbours and family members who were easy enough to like when you didn't know how they felt about the president or religion are now making you seethe with anger every time you open your Facebook page. ...more
I'm a social media manager for several companies, so the hardest part for me is to see how ...more

The Pinto Bean Fire Hose

I think my daughter is trying to kill me. Melodramatic? Maybe.  But the fact remains. It started off innocently enough.  She came home from school and things were as usual.  She ate when she got home, and she ate at dinner time.  She ate pinto beans, her favorite.  She ate a lot.  A lot. She ate some other stuff, too, but primarily it was beans. I noticed she was fairly quiet, but it was close to the end of the ...more

Why I'm Pro-Life (Put Away Your Labels)

I'm getting ready to break one of my own blogging rules.  I'm going to talk about one of the three forbidden (by me, anyway) topics.  I feel like maybe I should put some sort of disclaimer on here, but the fact is I believe wholeheartedly the things I'm getting ready to say, and I'm not going to start by offering conditions or exceptions to keep from offending someone.I'm going to talk about abortion, and why I am against it....more

Why I’m Pro-Life (Put Away Your Labels)

I’m getting ready to break one of my own blogging rules.  I’m going to talk about one of the three forbidden (by me, anyway) topics.  I feel like maybe I should put some sort of disclaimer on here, but the fact is I believe wholeheartedly the things I’m getting ready to say, and I’m not going to start by offering conditions or exceptions to keep from offending someone. I’m going to talk about abortion, and why I am against it ....more

The Other Brother

There are volumes written about special needs kids.  We talk about them on the news, on television shows, and on blogs.  There are speculations about what causes Autism, and stories about the lives of families who live with various challenges. There is another population, though, that we don’t hear much about.  In my mind, I’ve always thought of them (us) as “the others.” ...more

Welcome to the Short Bus: No Jerks Allowed

I've been thinking a lot lately about people, and how they think, and what they think about others.I've also been thinking about the short bus.Over the past couple of weeks, I've been reminded that being told you "ride the short bus" is an insult.  It means you are stupid or crazy.  But my daughter rides the short bus, and my sister always rode the short bus, and neither one of them is stupid or crazy....more

Welcome to the Short Bus: No Jerks Allowed

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about people, and how they think, and what they think about others. I’ve also been thinking about the short bus. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been reminded that being told you “ride the short bus” is an insult.  It means you are stupid or crazy.  But my daughter rides the short bus, and my sister always rode the short bus, and neither one of them is stupid or crazy ....more