In which I start breaking rules…

rules of writing header

Today, I break the rules.

So I have this big idea that is only half defined.

How big? At the moment it’s covering the wall of my bedroom in those giant flip-chart post-it sheets. Most of them are filled with TINY handwriting. Most of the handwriting is mine, but some of the drawings belong to my husband. He’s listened as my heart spilled out onto paper and tried to sketch in the details as I talked.

It’s messy.

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In which I shut the door…

i need privacy

Last night, the following announcement was made in my house.

I AM GOING UPSTAIRS AND LOCKING MYSELF IN MY BEDROOM. FOR THE NEXT HOUR, PLEASE DO NOT KNOCK ON THE DOOR OR SHOUT THROUGH THE KEYHOLE. NOT EVEN IF YOU NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM. THE ONLY REASON TO ASK ME TO OPEN THE DOOR WOULD BE FOR A FIRE… OR LARGE AMOUNTS OF HUMAN BLOOD.

With that, I ran up the stairs leaving my children in the more than capable hands of my husband. I closed (and locked) the bedroom door and slipped into my PJ’s. With a quick hit to the “writing playlist” and a deep sigh of satisfaction, I finally began to write.

Finally. As in… it’s been months since I even tried to write in peace.

Y’all. It lasted less than three minutes. That’s when my husband started texting me. I am NOT kidding. Granted, it was for a good cause. After almost a year, he finally sold the extra truck that’s been sitting in our driveway. He got his asking price.

(So the next time I lock the family out of my bedroom, the exception list will include fire, human blood, and large sums of cash.) [Read more...]

How to be the cool mom on the block

be the cool mom

I’ve worked hard for my title as “cool mom” from the neighbor kids over the past five years.

(Not really)

It’s been a hugely competitive event with all the neighbor moms vying for the trophy.

(Seriously, not really)

Now that I’ve won the title of “coolest mom on the block” I’d like to let you in on my secret.

(Um, there isn’t a trophy or anything, but I’d like to think the other kids on the block envy my sons because they have such an cool and amazing mom.)

(Really)

Cool mom defined

I should point out that my kids do NOT think I’m a cool mom (and that I’m cool with that.)  I don’t want my kids to think of me as a giant friend or playmate. I’m their mom.

I am NOT advocating being “that” kind of cool mom.

I’m suggesting that having all the neighbor kids prefer to hang out in your front yard instead of lurking behind someone else’s garage is a pretty good thing.

(I don’t know about you, but I have vivid recollections of smoking grapevine behind the garage.)

(No.  That’s not a euphemism.  We’re talking about actual vine from a plant.  It’s nasty.) [Read more...]

Why I changed my coffee habit

i changed my coffee habit

Starting in July, I made a radical change to my coffee habit.  A month of vacation had given my husband and I a LOT of chances to drink bad hotel coffee, over priced coffee drinks, and a few really spectacular cups of handcrafted heaven-in-a-cup.

I was looking forward to getting home and curling up in my favorite chair with my coffee every morning.  I’d expected to return to my time-tested routine.

Stumble downstairs, grope for the power button on the Keurig, count the seconds until it’s ready to go, and then inhale the fumes until I can actually DRINK the coffee.

Except…

We were out of k-cups. [Read more...]

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