The lives of the Doctor

It’s very late, I can’t sleep, so I started thinking about Doctor Who. Because what else do you do at 3 in the morning? I’ve been rewatching the Amy/Rory/11 seasons lately and I have a theory I’m working on, a theory about the last three doctors (9, 10, 11). Wanna hear? Of course you do….

My current favorites:

Because blogging assumes that the internet cares about the minute details of one’s life, I will now share my current favorite things: TV shows Revolution Arrow Castle (still) NCIS (still) Sherlock (still) Doctor Who (always) Books Just read the first two books of Divergent. Saving up for the last one. Good reads but not for…

Oh, dear. It’s a Frozen post.

Wow, Frozen sure has stirred up a lot of emotions. I’ve heard rabid ravings from those who love it and those who think it’s the most horrible movie since Shrek. Actually, I think this has gotten more resistance than Shrek which is full of crude innuendos and bathroom humor. I must admit to being mostly ambivalent to Frozen. I…

Four was too easy…four’s for quitters!

I’m discovering a few things about being pregnant after 30: It royally stinks. Deep, huh? Okay, an elaboration would look like this: I am soooo tired. I want to hibernate for the next 6 months. And then 6 more for good measure. My tailbone magically hurts and I blame being pregnant. As I chase my…

Excelsior!!

I am socially inept. I am uncomfortable in social settings because I just know that I will say or do something stupid. I obsessively analyze recent social encounters to check for said stupid things. And if I did do something stupid, I will anguish over it for the next ten years. True story. It seems…

To Those Tempted To Homeschool-An Open Letter

I heard somewhere that you were thinking about homeschooling. Don’t bother asking where, we’re like the Mafia, we never tell. But since you’re at least interested, take a seat and listen to my spiel. As tempting as homeschool sounds, you’re uncertain; suspicious even. What about socialization, grades, keeping up, and the persistent fear that your…

Come along, Mom!

Tim has developed a very sweet habit lately.  Whenever he has to go anywhere out of the family/play room, he puts up a chubby paw and asks me, in an entirely unintelligible babble, to walk with him. He won’t move until he has our hands tightly clasped and pulls me along with him, excited to…

“I want some happily-ever-after to happen to me.”

I’ve been writing and rewriting this post in my head for several months now.  It was prompted by a book series that had a particular affect on me:  I will never let my daughters read it. No, not that Shades of Grey book.  That one’s so blatantly pornographic that it’s rather obvious that I won’t…

Pint-sized posts…

“They come in pints?!?  I’m getting one.” (must be said in a delicious accent by Billy Boyd) Did you ever not post for days (or weeks) because you felt that you had absolutely nothing witty, earth-shaking, or otherwise profound to say? Oh, no? I’m the only one so neurotic and perfectionist about everything I write?…

Lactation Attack!

Yes, I’ve been meaning to write this for a while.  I finally decided that I was probably going to offend someone with my thoughts, so I might as well get it over with.  It wouldn’t be the first time.  😉 The original post I’m commenting on can be found at Playgroup with Sylvia Plath.  I…

“It’s only a model…”

The other day my mother gave me a piece of my childhood.  Well, several pieces, really.  I have been coveting her anodized aluminum pots since I was a teenager.  They were sturdy, could go from the stovetop to the oven, and cooked quickly and evenly. More importantly, I can’t remember a time when these pots…

Of wild bikinis…

(or “Green Lantern is my husband.” or “Can I be your Silver Surfer?”) Got your attention with that title, huh? The first alternate title was just given me by my daughter.  She announced that she got a teapot from Green Lantern, who “is my husband” and buys her food to give to her mother.  How…