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I believe I mentioned that while I was in New Orleans, I custom-ordered a rug from a weaver in the French Quarter. They are woven from your average cotton quilting fabric. Besides being interesting looking, they are: Totally. Washable. As in you could throw… Continue Reading “The Rug”
There is only one rule for Alex when he borrows Aunt Anne’s camera. It is “No taking pictures of Aunt Anne.” He borrowed his mother’s camera.
My brother’s contribution to the great Mold Removal Project of 2009 was to take in the fish. They were actually his fish, anyway: he left them at the house when he moved out. Seven years ago. First, he had to convince his wife. Then,… Continue Reading “New Home for the Fish”
Alex’s mom and sister were out of town today, so Scott decided that this would be a good time to try to get Alex to eat Chinese food. Didn’t fly. He asked if he could eat carrots. Before lunch, we played his football game.… Continue Reading “Gaming with Alex”
When did the one-named “Ozzie” become Guillen and not Osbourne? When he started talking like this (excuse me for printing a Chicago Tribune article in its entirety): Looks like Ozzie is being Ozzie again.After Cubs manager Lou Piniella pointed out the spike in attendance… Continue Reading “Ozzie”
The weekend before last, Scott brought his family over for lunch. We had originally planned on going out, then figured it was easier with the baby and the goofy weather to stay in and make something. Because I happen to eat like a four… Continue Reading “Cooking with Alex”
My mother sent me to the pharmacy to pick up some Valium for the dog. I will wait until you are done laughing…. So. I hate the way people bark (ha! bark) at those behind the counter, so I would normally step up and… Continue Reading “What I Learned at the Pharmacy”
I have no idea what to get, or rather, send, to my father for Father’s Day. He and I had a great system for several years. For birthdays and Christmas I would send him stuff for his dog and he would send me stuff… Continue Reading “Public Service Announcement – Father’s Day Gifts”
When my nephew was born, and my brother asked me to be his godmother, there were jokes aplenty about how children inherit traits from their godparents. Whenever Alex exhibits something…odd…it is pegged on me: Bossy/Stubborn/Doesn’t share toysFits of temperHates to be woken upPicky eater… Continue Reading “It’s All My Fault”
The Next Dark Age 