Wednesday, December 17, 2014

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware-Martin Buber

He: My buddy once spent a year walking across China.

She: My oldest couch surfed across Europe.

Me: I once got off at the wrong bus stop and had to walk back.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

I know ever'thing there is to know about the shrimpin' business.-Bubba/Forrest Gump

Fiona: You we're right Mommy. It was Charlie the haunted robot.

Me: See I know everything.

pause

Fiona: No you don't.

Me: Okay well no. But I know everything there is to know about Scooby Doo.

Fiona: Yes you do!



I think she's starting to get me.




Sunday, November 23, 2014

If we can count on you Scooby Doo you know we'll catch that vilan-Scooby Doo theme.

Watching Scooby Doo with my girls

Me: Daphne your mission in life should be to meet, fall in love with, and marry a guy named Fred. And if you do I'm totally gonna buy you a great dane.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.-Jane Austen.

Me: No Daphne! Paper is not good to eat. The only acceptable reason to eat paper is if there is a coded message on it and you have to destroy evidence. But as you are a nine month old and not a spy you do not need to eat paper.



I think I might over explain.

Monday, October 20, 2014

If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?-Steven Wright

These days we have dryers that actually turn off when the clothes are....well dry. Because of this my kids will never know what it's like to roll around in a pile of hot fresh laundry. This makes me sad.


(In Yosemite Sam voice) Rassa frassin' energy efficient grumble mumble.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This may be a controversial stance but I need to say it.

Friends, family, random news outlets...can you please stop publishing pictures of dead babies?

Perhaps I've just begun noticing it more but recently it seems like every time I'm catching up on the news of the world or scrolling through my Facebook feed there is a new story complete with pictures of some tragic story of a family loosing their baby.

I don't object to the stories being there. I can choose to read them or not but the pictures are like being punched in the gut.

I know a few couples who've had still bourn babies and I can't even count how many people I know who've had miscarriages. I think it's wonderful that these families, both the ones I know and the ones in the news stories have found a way to deal with their loss (es).

If it makes them feel better to have photos of the child they will not get to see grow up then I think it's great that they got to do that. But I'm going to be blunt, those pictures look exactly like what they are...pictures of dead babies.

Everyone grieves in their own way. People find comfort from different things too. I respect that. However I lost two babies myself and for me seeing these pictures is a painful reminder not a comfort.

Please, please, please stop.

It's hurts.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Even I don't know what it does...Wanna find out?-Agent Coulson in the Avengers

I am one proud Mama. This morning Fiona made an Avengers reference that made perfect sense in the conversation but those in the know would recognize. I ran in from the other room to give her a high five.