Category Archives: Home Life

The Sentence – Old Skool

Today’s Kickin’ it Old Skool Blog-a-Thon is supposed to be easy:

We’re making it easy today! Share one sentence from a book.
Okay not quite that easy.
Grab the third book in on your top shelf of books.
Share the first sentence.

It’s not that easy for me. I’m a bibliophile, as is my husband. We have books all over the place. I’ve written about the dangers of bibliophiles marrying here.Continue reading “The Sentence – Old Skool”

Time Capsule – Old Skool

For my next installment in the Kickin’ it Old Skool Blog-a-thon, we are asked to prepare a time capsule, which I will do below.

I’m also participating in the National Blog Posting Month with BlogHer. The prompt for today is “Do you think you’re more or less likely to complete December’s NaBloPoMo?  Why?”Continue reading “Time Capsule – Old Skool”

If I had a million dollars…

I’ve been participating in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) for over a year now. The end result is that I’ve written approximately one blog post per day for the entire last year. That’s a lot of blog posts!

For November, NaBloPoMo is sending out a bunch of daily prompts. Actually, they always do this, but not usually by e-mail. The prompt for last Friday was this:

If you found one million dollars in the morning and had to spend it by nightfall, what would you do with the money?Continue reading “If I had a million dollars…”

On Hawks and Chickens

Today when I got home from picking up the boy, I decided to check on the chickens like I always do. All was quiet, and I thought nothing of it. The wind had blown the coop (actually a converted camper-trailer) door shut.

Momma Red and her chicks were huddled inside, tucked in a hollow that was once under the dinette table. I thought it a little strange that they were all hiding so quietly, but whatever.Continue reading “On Hawks and Chickens”

I Am That Parent, and My Son Is That Kid

Prior to becoming a parent, I had visions of being a model parent with a model kid. People told me – and I believed them – that I’d be a great parent because I was quirky and fun. I expected to be the mom that my mother was to me: sometimes not my favorite person, but always there and up for a good game.

I would observe other parents with their kids. Oh, I’d do better than them. Why can’t they just control their children? That kid having a temper tantrum? Yeah, I would just talk to my kid and the problem would be averted. In my mind, all any kid ever needed was a good rational explanation. My kids would be perfect.Continue reading “I Am That Parent, and My Son Is That Kid”

Frustration Happens

Today has been a day of frustration. My anxiety level is high. Nothing seems to be going right.

Well, it’s actually not that bad. I mean, the water analyzer finally decided to work correctly, and my classes went smoothly. And (and this is totally crazy), I actually did my homework before going to class. Yes, I taught the class, but we all needed to work through an exercise in advance, including me – and I did. It seldom actually works out that way.Continue reading “Frustration Happens”

What Do You Wish To Reach For?

For giggles I’m responding to a prompt from Jamie Ridler Studios. It’s called Wishcasting Wednesday and the question is ‘What do you wish to reach for?‘

It’s kind of a strange question to me. It’s not the same as ‘What do you reach for?’ but ‘What do you want to reach for?’ (It is possible I’m over thinking this a bit. I’m a scientist after all.)Continue reading “What Do You Wish To Reach For?”