Are you in the middle of a "sticky" situation? Maybe you need to let it dry.
Last night, I watched in part joy and part frustration as my girls got their “nom nom” on with the sticky rice I’d made. While I always enjoy seeing the girls devour my food, I realized that cleaning this mess (on the floor, table, high chair, everywhere) was going to be extremely difficult. After all, it’s called sticky rice for a reason. Duh.
After several vain attempts at wiping, picking and sweeping, it hit me. The more I tried to fix the problem, the worse it got. It was just going to have to wait until the morning, when it was dry and easier to clean. Sure enough, one pass with the vacuum after I got up, and it was gone (well, …
Two years ago, I wrote about my need to be liked (by everyone, at all times, in all situations). It’s not quite as important to me anymore, but I still struggle with being a “yes” woman.
While staying at home isn’t always "baking cookies and tickle sessions," it does happen from time to time.
Let’s face it. We all need a common enemy to “kvetch” about. Right or wrong, we bond over shared gripe sessions. (This is especially true for women.) When you’re doing the 8-5 thing, oftentimes the object of your grumblings is someone in the workplace, whether it be your boss, coworker or client.
No matter how wonderful (or not wonderful) they are in general, there’s always something that will get on your nerves, and when you come home, your significant other gets to hold back your hair while you verbally vomit (again). Well, what happens when you remove all of these situations from your life at once? Suddenly, you’re left with facing the enemy at home.
Were your kids this naughty …
Yep. I said it. Kiss my booty! If you know me well at all, you know I gave up my cussin-like-a-sailor days long ago, so that’s about as potty-mouthed as I get.
Seriously though, I dread this time of year. Stupid tornadoes. Stupid Kansas weather. After last night’s fiasco, I am ready to throw in the towel and move somewhere with no risk of natural disaster. (If you know of such a place, let me know. And send me the names of any good Realtors in the area.)
Obviously, I’m so grateful that the tornado that tore through our community last night didn’t cause total devastation and loss of life. I know how lucky we are, and I thank God for it. But I need to vent a little. Need to get this stress off my chest (although I have to be …
LOVE this image! (from mademama.com)
In light of the recent Ann Romney/Hilary Rosen debate, I felt called to give my take on the reignited “mommy war” controversy. Because I recently switched from one “side” to the other (even though I think we should both be on the same side), I have strong feelings about a woman’s role at home or in the workplace. I have a message for moms (and dads, and other concerned citizens).
To the Workplace Moms:
You are awesome. You bust your butt every day to help provide a safe, loving environment for your children and family. From budgeting to bedtimes, you wear many hats throughout the day. You should feel proud of your accomplishments and the wonderful example you’re setting for your daughters (and sons). If this was the choice you …
An ex-boyfriend once gave me a book on dream interpretation. It was a thick, colorful book with explanations for many scenarios and themes one may encounter while sleeping. It covered everything from colors, to animals, to weather, to textiles. While I was intrigued by the subject matter, I noticed a disturbing trend with the book’s rationale.
The color orange? Well, that means you’re sexually repressed. Zebras? Sexually repressed. Rainstorm? Sexually repressed. Corduroy? Sexually repressed. Wait a second…I’m starting to notice a trend. Perhaps this was wishful thinking on his part. Either way, I’ve never given much credit to dream interpretation until today.
I had time to linger over my thoughts on the open stretch of highway between Kingman and Wichita today, and my mind was mulling over this career change I recently made. I’m thoroughly enjoying the …