Monthly Archives: August 2009

Darned 7 Deadly Sins

September 1st — for me is known as the dawn before the darkness that leads to nearly nine months of battling the 7 Deadly Sins.  Before you write me off as some miserable miscreant, hear me out. Every year, around mid-September I walk into my local drug store and find myself caught between cringing and quivering at the sight of the empty racks that once held harmless back-to-school supplies.  Why this mixture of love and loathing?  Empty racks this close […]

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Falling for Autumn

Watching the national news on television at the end of August, images of autumn began to show up on the screen and I get all misty-eyed and emotional.  I’ve only seen true fall colors once, as I flew into Cleveland, Ohio to be with with a loved one at the Cleveland Clinic.  Once I landed, I spent the remainder of my time walking hospital corridors – so, no crisp air and crunching leaves underfoot for me.  As a long time […]

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Readin’, Writin’ & Pestilence

Here, in the high desert of Southern California, the kids are officially back-to-school.  Eight days so far, to be exact, and while I’m happy (happy-happy) to have everyone on a schedule again, I am not looking forward to some of the high anxiety that school can bring.  I don’t mean the “he stole my lunch money” or “they made fun of my shoes” kind of problems.  I mean epic scary, Crypt Keeper kind of situations. I’ll explain. For the last three years, my […]

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You fed the kids … what?!

The other night I sent a mass email survey around to dozens of women asking, “What is the worst/nutrition-less/guilt-ridden thing you (or someone you know or ever heard about) served your kids or grandkids for breakfast, lunch or dinner?”   The reason for this odd questioning involved a scene in a television program I’d watched showing one of the wackiest meals ever assembled by a mom to feed to her child.  I watched as this seemingly normal-looking mother (oh, and looks CAN […]

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Mouse vs. Rat

Today was my son’s birthday and what he’s asked for all summer was a trip to the Palazzo of the Pizza Rat – a pseudonym, since I wouldn’t want to upset anyone who has truly warm and fuzzy feelings about the giant rodent.  I really don’t mind the big lug, but his home usually leaves me a bit rattled by the time we leave.  For two. Solid. HOURS.  My kid can be a kid and my senses can be assaulted.  […]

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Funny, you don’t look that old.

A relative of mine recently expressed her dismay at how she believes I've given up the noble fight of the aging process.  Truth be told, I think I may start telling people that I'm ten years OLDER than I really am.  It'll take a lot of pressure off.  If I'm lucky, folks will start telling me how good I look for my advanced age.  I think it's a brilliant plan, really. Adding a decade to my age makes a lot […]

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Some people value their fridge more than marriage.

Yesterday at lunch, I overheard a man talking … but really, it shouldn’t qualify as eavesdropping, because when someone speaks so loudly that I can hear them or lives their life as though they want everyone to see, then they deserve to end up in my blog.  At least that’s my opinion.  Consider yourself warned.   Anyway.   This man in the booth behind me was waving his arms all over the place and getting pretty riled up about how […]

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