Every year, the H-dawg family throws one rockin’ fourth of July party. We’re talking Amazing food, great settings, perfect decorations. They are kind, warm, great hosts. They invite anyone and everyone and are happy to meet anyone who comes along, friend or stranger, and they open their home to us all and make us feel like part of the family. It’s a tradition I look forward to and have made four or five trips north just for the party alone. Their fourth of July party is only topped by their New Year’s party and it’s pretty tough to top that.
I am one of those people that is not only the anti-Martha Stewart (and I’m not talking... Read more
Are you aware there are blog “rules”? It’s a lot like the rules of Jr. High. You know, only the cool girls can go to the bathroom between “A hall” and “B hall.” All the stoners hang out in the back of the Safeway before class and you get teased if you are seen with a pad in your purse (or for wearing a bra, or for not wearing a bra.) To avoid minor hysteria, we (being Paige, R*belle and I) are brainstorming a few of the “rules” we’ve learned while blogging. Do please add to this list as it is by no means all inclusive. It is, however, going to keep you from getting beat up later in the parking... Read more
After several meltdowns, some coffee, traffic, and a whole lot of Elmo, we made it to Seattle. The SheChild, henceforth known as “Alien Possessed Cutest Little Shit On Earth,” was all spit and vinegar one minute and sunshine rays and butterflies the next today. It’s enough to push a lady, running on three and a half hours of sleep, to the brink. At one point there was screaming, tears, and throwing of things. Ahh, yes, just like the good ol’ days of post partum and the raging hormones running on sleep deprivations. Gawd, I’m just so sexy when I’m like that.
We decided, for the entire family, we should all go to the hotel and start resting at about 6pm. Maybe we’d eat dinner, bathe APCLSOE, lay her down and read our books or watch... Read more