March 2009

Seeing Eye to Eye

March 16, 2009

I live in a relatively large city. As with other cities of comparable size we require a variety of doctors and specialists to treat the population. Cassidy’s visual needs require that she see a pediatric ophthalmologist on a regular basis. Up until a few years ago this wouldn’t have been a problem. But then one [...]

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So You Will Hold Me Accountable

March 15, 2009

This is our school district’s second and final week of spring break. Spring break is another of the things I have a love/hate relationship with. Love it because I don’t have to get up at the butt crack o’ dawn and get jiggy with the making of lunches, the brushing of hair, the conquering of [...]

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When Generic Just Won’t Do

March 10, 2009

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook you may recall my recent run-in with a bandage. For those of you that don’t, let me just say that it’s entirely possible to rip off a sizable chunk of skin when one attempts to quickly remove a bandage. Ouch. I’ve since learned that perhaps the extra [...]

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Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn Ya

March 8, 2009

I may be scarce this week. Spring Break. Enough said.

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Thursday Date Night

March 5, 2009

I have a standing date on Thursday nights. I mean, besides Survivor. Thursday night is clean up night. And for that reason I have a love/hate relationship with Thursday. I love it because by night’s end I’m able to sit in the midst of a sparkling house and thoroughly enjoy the dust-freeness of it. I [...]

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The Upside of Pessimism

March 4, 2009

I tend to be a glass half empty kind of girl. Have you noticed? Pessimism has it’s advantages, believe it or not. Perhaps it would be more accurate to make that singular. As in advantage, because really, I can only think of one. I told you I was pessimist. The one advantage is that pessimists are never [...]

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Stuck In The Middle With You

March 3, 2009

I took all four kids to the park last week. Family visits to the park are tricky with as wide an age range as we have. Torri is way beyond playing. At the park, or anywhere else for that matter. She’d rather sit on the bench next to me (or across from me if someone [...]

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