Monthly Archives: June 2012
It’s a hot time in the old town tonight.
Today in Indianapolis the expected high is 103 degrees. <I’m pausing here for dramatic effect.> 103 freaking degrees! <The bold print was also for dramatic effect.> Gentle reader, let me explain something about Indiana. It’s not supposed to reach 103 … Continue reading
The best laid plans.
While I was driving everyone to tennis lessons, my nine year old daughter and her friend sat in the backseat and planned their entire lives, right down to the number of children they’ll have and their names. My daughter’s friend … Continue reading
What’s new pussycat? (Whoa, whoa, whoa.)
Gentle reader, I must apologize for my lack of communication lately. Summer is here, and quite frankly it’s kicking my bum. Between tennis lessons three days a week and swimming lessons four days a week, I am spending an obscene … Continue reading
A rambling post on gardens, sweat, and tomatillo babies.
Most mornings I drag myself outside to check on the garden beds before the heat of the day arrives and makes me a homebound worshipper of central air. (Fact: Just the mere mention of humidity makes me sweat in the … Continue reading
Learning to float.
I sit on a strappy poolside chair that I know is going to be ridiculously hard to get out of in forty-five minutes. The smell of the chlorine mingles with the perfume of sunscreen. It is a hypnotic combination that … Continue reading
Real Daddies.
Fathering a child doesn’t automatically make you a Daddy. Any fool can procreate, but it takes a real man to be a Daddy because being a Daddy is not an easy job. Real Daddies carry heavy burdens gracefully. Real Daddies … Continue reading
Checking off our summer to-do list
One of the things my children wanted to do this summer was visit the IMA- the Indianapolis Museum of Art. My kids aren’t art buffs (as I sadly discovered on our trip to Chicago when we paid lots of money … Continue reading
I live with Fancy Nancy.
If you live with small girls you might be familiar with the children’s book character, Fancy Nancy. This fictitious character thrives on doing everything as fancy as possible. I have come to the conclusion that my five year old is … Continue reading
I wish there was an App for that.
In full disclosure I must confess to you, gentle reader, that I don’t own a cell phone, let alone a fancy-shmancy smart phone. (I know you’re shocked, if you feel lightheaded put your head between your knees and focus on … Continue reading
Time, is not always on my side.
For our first week of summer vacation we have done a lot of loafing. But I don’t feel bad about it, because I’m pretty sure it’s a state law to do as little as possible the first week of summer … Continue reading
