I put off grocery shopping last week because, well, I didn’t want to go. I had to make an emergency run on Monday because we ran out of paper towels over the weekend.
As I mentioned in last week’s column, I told my kids to take Bus 150 to the anime convention in Seattle last weekend. They wanted to take the light rail, though I warned them that parking would be difficult, if not impossible, on a Friday.
As I sit here writing this book versus movie of Dark Places by Gillian Flynn I need to be honest with you, I did not finish the book. I only read one third of it.
Last weekend we decided to go to church at a different time than we normally do. It was Palm Sunday and we wanted to attend as a family and my oldest daughter works weekends.
The event is from 5:30 to 9 p.m. at Kentwood High School on Friday, March 25.
Tickets can be purchased at the door for $8, if presale tickets were not purchased (presale tickets ended on March 16).
I realized I haven’t pushed my daughters to be independent enough. It’s not too late, though. My oldest is almost 21 and really had no choice but to start being more self-reliant. She’s of legal age and I cannot speak for her any longer.
For me, eating fish and chips is like eating a great burger — if I’m going to go for it, I want it to be the best deep fried fish and chips I’ve ever eaten in my life, otherwise, to paraphrase Mr. T: I pity the fool who disappoints.
My youngest daughter’s cell phone quit turning on. She charged it all night, but in the morning the screen was blank; no backlight or anything. When I plugged it in a dot of light indicating it was receiving power came on.
It’s the age old question. At least it is for my husband and me. Do we or don’t we replace our 30 year old heat pump?
If it wasn’t for the fact my fiancée gave away her personal copy of “Uprooted” three times over the holiday season as gifts to friends and family, I could have easily read it at least twice more, and she would have had her nose stuck in it for a month straight.
I reserved the family room for my husband last weekend so he could watch the Daytona 500 in the comfort of his own home, on his own couch. Yes, you read it right – I reserved it. Reserving the family room is a bigger deal than it should be for the patriarch of the household.
February through April is the traditional time for pruning fruit trees. Winter is also a good time to work on ornamental trees because it is easier to determine what needs to be pruned before new leaves begin to grow.
My friend flew out from Florida this week to help me in my garden. This is a friend who visits me every summer because she used to live around here and she loves the Northwest.
One of my biggest annoyances in life is that I am not only the chief cook and bottle washer, I’m apparently the Master of Motivation (MOM – see what I did there?).
Imagine waking up every morning and not knowing who or where you are. All you really remember is, you’re in your 20’s,with your whole life ahead of you. But when you look in the mirror, the 20-something you thought you were isn’t staring back.
I was sitting in the living room yesterday just after I started the dishwasher. Apparently, I’m not usually near the dishwasher when it gets started. It filled with water, then began to make the worst sounds I’ve ever heard coming from an appliance.
Weekends stymie me. I’m a stay-at-home mom and I work from home. To me a weekend is just a couple days when everyone else is home all day, too. My sleep routine stays pretty much the same.
I’m not a football fan. It’s one of those things I figure can play out without me all season and I can catch the most exciting stuff at the end. However, maybe the real reason I proclaim I’m not a football fan is I really shouldn’t be one.
Just a couple weeks ago I talked about how I like my stuff arranged in certain configurations; kitchen items, towels, community-use types of things. I often struggle to get my family to comply, but with five of us living here, my efforts are usually met with a lackadaisical attitude.
I’ve decided to make New Year’s goals instead of resolutions. I’ve never really believed in resolutions at the New Year, because I don’t enjoy setting myself up for failure. Why is it we believe that just because the calendar changed, we will too?
