A Week of 2009: Memories Made
Posted on December 29, 2009. Filed under: Stories | Tags: Braden, Doug, friends, gratitude, love, Parenting, Relationships, Single Mom, Stories, values, volunteer, wine, Writing |
This has been a fun-filled year! This post may be a little bit more for me than for you — but I hope that it will at least inspire you to reminisce about your good times had during 2009.
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 1 so far )Are You Kidding Me!? (Thank You, Allstate)
Posted on December 23, 2009. Filed under: Are You Kidding Me!? | Tags: Stories |
After a nice weekend away and a lot of time on the road, I came home to a large stack of mail. I love mail at the holiday time — don’t you?
Christmas card, birthday card, flyers, bill, Christmas card, Christmas card, Christmas card, birthday card, bill, bill, birthday card, Wait! What’s this? Check from Allstate for $325.00. WHAT!?
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 9 so far )Mars Meets Venus: When Worlds Collide
Posted on December 20, 2009. Filed under: Mars vs. Venus | Tags: Blogging, Doug, Stories, Writing |
Here in the U.S., PlentyofFish and Match.com have the market cornered. Online dating sites have become the most popular way for singles to meet each other over the past decade. Approximately 20 million people are active on these sites every month. While I have never sought love online, I’m sure the process goes something like this:
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 11 so far )Mommy Jail
Posted on December 10, 2009. Filed under: Stories | Tags: Braden, Stories |
I’m really bad at getting to the grocery store. I HATE grocery shopping to the extent that I’d probably rather die than shop for groceries. Therefore, it very easily falls to the bottom of my to-do list on a regular basis. It’s stupid, I know. I realize that I end up spending a fortune more than I have to on meals for the week between when I run out of food and when I get to the store.
I even typically drag my son to the store with me. I could very easily go on the days that he is with his dad, but having him with me makes the dreaded chore slightly more tolerable. I feel especially guilty when I let the cupboards (are they still called that??) become so bare that I’ve run out of healthy options for Braden. And it is nothing more than the guilt (not the excessive spending, lack of food in the house, inconvenience of having to pick up dinner every night – none of it) that gets me to the store before we lick the last grain of salt off the shaker. Well, most of the time anyway. I’ve been licking salt for three days now.
Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( 9 so far )Overheard: Bob is Weird, I am Funny, My Son is my Dad, I am Special
Posted on December 1, 2009. Filed under: Overheard | Tags: Braden, Stories |
The “brady bits” page is where I post the funniest, cutest, smartest and most surprising things my son says (when I remember to post them before they ended up in the bottom of the brain pile).
But I hear/read/say other funny, cute, smart and surprising stuff all the time. (Yes, I said “say.”) And I’m always so tempted to share them. So I’m going to. In this series of posts called, Overheard.
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