Me: Okay. The music is getting louder. It’s time for us to have a conversation. My sister: What is it? Me: If everyone around us starts to dance, are you going to join them? My sister: No. I’m not. Me: Good. Because me neither. Do you see that lady over there? Have you ever done [...]
Entries Tagged as 'Don’t look at my feet.'
August 22nd, 2012 · 17 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily, Don't look at my feet., Sticks and String
August 6th, 2012 · 12 Comments · Daily, Don't look at my feet., Stump Stirrings
I have received some of the nicest comments and e-mails about my most recent post. Thanks to every one of you for being so kind. As goofy as it might sound, I’ll be returning to those comments whenever I need a bit of a lift. I decided to treat myself to a pedicure yesterday, and [...]
June 15th, 2012 · 27 Comments · Daily, Don't look at my feet.
Jeff was in North Carolina all week, so I did what I always do when he is out of town. I went pretend dress shopping at ModCloth. This is how it works: I put the kids to bed, I jump on the computer, and I spend (probably too much) time browsing the styles I like. [...]
June 13th, 2012 · 24 Comments · Daily, Don't look at my feet., Stump Stirrings
I need writing prompts! I need to step away from Instagram and Facebook and hang out over here some more! Last week I tried to write every day, and it looks like I crapped out after Monday and Tuesday. Summer is so difficult for me, what with the eating like an idiot and entertaining the [...]
April 6th, 2012 · 14 Comments · Daily, Don't look at my feet., Sticks and String
It feels like Saturday, doesn’t it? It does. This morning I hung out at the hospital while my mom had surgery on her ankle. (Necrotic tissue, bone spurs, ice machine and elevation for a week, you get the picture. All is now well, although she got really sick to her stomach right after I left. [...]
January 9th, 2012 · 30 Comments · Daily, Don't look at my feet.
Today is a good day, because the only events for which I need to leave my house are: Get Gas and Take Kids to Piano Lessons. Get Gas is normally paired up with Create Gas Station Cherry Vanilla Diet Dr. Pepper, and Piano Lessons always means One Hour of Knitting. So, despite the fact that [...]
January 6th, 2012 · 11 Comments · Daily, Don't look at my feet.
When Jeff goes out of town, I tend to be a really great parent for about three days. After the third day, I get tired and cranky and “IF YOU CAN’T HELP YOUR SISTER, THEN I CAN’T HELP YOU!!!” Bedtimes go from 8:00 to 7:45 to 7:30 when Jeff is out of town. Today is [...]
September 29th, 2011 · 17 Comments · A Dog's Life, Don't look at my feet., Sit and Spin
A week has passed, and my ankle is still messed up. “Go to the DOCTOR!” you say, and to that I reply, “I did!” Last Friday my sister was in town and the two of us went to Fleet Feet where she bought some amazing socks, and I was fitted for running shoes. Although the [...]
September 22nd, 2011 · 19 Comments · Don't look at my feet., Stump Stirrings
You know, I rarely start things out like this, but: Damnit. As you know, I’ve been running. I leave the house at around 5:30 in the morning, I get to the gym at 5:36, I sit in the parking lot and blow my nose 37 times because I’m one of those people who has to [...]
August 17th, 2011 · 21 Comments · A Dog's Life, Don't look at my feet.
Last night at approximately 12:52, the cat freaked out, jumped onto the bed, and attacked my feet. It was a three Band-Aid attack, and it has set the mood for the morning. (If I was a mood ring wearing person, today would be something like black or red or flame throwing or whatever color symbolizes [...]