Oh, look, a ton of bricks

Well, this week / month / year is turning into a new and exciting chapter of “Parenting is Fucking Hard.”

I’d say more, but I really can’t, trying to respect some privacy and boundaries (i know, I know, quit laughing). I think I need to stew in my own private hell for a bit. I’ll try and come up with something light and fluffy for later.

Cheers.

Old skool

I don’t know if anyone other than me remembers, but my original tagline at the top of my blog (almost seven years ago) was:

Hey, you
Are you listening to me?
I got to tell you just what you mean to me
You’re the one I wanna tell my secrets to…

Credit of course goes to Jack Ingram…

(also: An internet cookie to anyone who can identify my blockquote color)

Unconscious Mutterings

I used to do these religiously. Well, not really, but at least more routinely. It’s been a while.

For anyone not familiar, it’s a free association game played each week and you can find it here. This is week 416.

The rules? There are no rules.

So, here:

  1. Bootie :: call
  2. User :: friendly
  3. Child :: adult
  4. Scribe :: the King probably has one
  5. Manager :: on duty
  6. Upsetting :: the applecart
  7. Puddles :: a good name for a dog
  8. Hopeful :: me
  9. Procrastination :: also me
  10. Statistics :: lies and damn lies