Speaking of other strange expressions during card games, my brother is quite fond of saying, "in the catbird seat." This is based on a short story of the same name by James Thurber, which appeared in the November 14, 1942 edition of The New Yorker. I remember reading this story at a young-ish age, possibly in high school, and having exactly no idea what it was about. The definition of the phrase, as narrated in the story, provided little insight: "'Tearing up the pea patch' meant going on a rampage; 'sitting in the catbird seat' means sitting pretty, like a batter with three balls and no strikes on him."
So I was talking to a friend of mine. I said, "My kid is in soccer. Does that make me a soccer mom?" (I was sort of afraid of her answer!) She replied, "Yes. Absolutely yes! It's like a Venn diagram: Are you a mom? Is your kid in soccer? If the answers to those questions… Continue reading soccer mom / mother’s day proclamation
So here I am, writing for the first time in a long time on my blog. It's been a while. I struggle with writing out loud / for the internet, because it will possibly be read by the people I write about. This is fine. It's a fine struggle to have, because it means I… Continue reading Saturday morning musings / reasons not to go to the gym
This is totally going to be my son. He loves his baby sister, but he loves annoying her more than anything, I think. Right now, she can't speak, so she just wails whenever he does something that aggravates her, which is often, ha! But as soon as she starts talking, I'm sure it will… Continue reading this is going to be my son!
There are few things in life worse than a sick baby. When they are feeling awful all over the place, they just want to be held by mommy. And who is this needed mommy? Me, of course: selfish, overdriven, got-stuff-to-do me.
Every Friday I try and clean the house. This is so exciting that I'm not going to write about it. I try to go to AA and church on Saturday and Sunday, respectively. Community is important to me. Every Friday, my mother takes my son for a sleepover. At first, it was because I was… Continue reading Friday Rant
On Tuesday, after moving heaven and earth to get a babysitter, my husband and I went to an orientation program for the A.P.P.L.E. program. The 1960's style anagram stands for "Alternate Parent Participation Learning Experience," and it is a special program in the Spokane Public Schools. (If we get in, and if we become a part of this… Continue reading an “Open School”
I was on time for once.
In all my years of therapy, I've never felt reluctant to share my story, so I could be better! But this time, there's so much going on, and getting it all straight was flummoxing.
I finally understand why it would be hard for someone to lay their cards on the table.
~ The Cast of Characters, Should you Read my Blog ~ Myself: Now, 43 after my most recent birthday. Vampire old. Theologian. Asthmatic. Married, mother of two precious effing cherubs. Survivor of child sexual assault. Recovering alcoholic with six + years sober. My Superpower is The Laugh. My totem animal is The Moon. When I'm feeling… Continue reading Dramatis Personae
So yesterday was day 5, but I didn't post because life was happening all over me. I am sure that I will be forgiven. ❤ The Rules* Rule #1: Don't run off. (Nana came up with this one.) Meaning: We love you and you can't get run over by a car. You can't get kidnapped,… Continue reading The 5 Day Poetry Challenge, Day 5 (ahem)