Another Shameless Cute Kid Post

The Next Blossom

Today's Weather Report

Warm enough to lock your kids outside without fear of Child Welfare knocking on your door. Do it. It'll make you feeeel goood...

Pillow Talk

Bedtime with Oedipus...

Me: Isn't Daddy the best daddy in the whole wide world?

Thing One: Well, when I grow up, you're not going to need Daddy anymore.

Me: Why not?

Thing One: Because I'm going to marry you and we're going to have an open house.

Me: What about Daddy?

Thing One: Well, he can take a woman from the open house.

The Simple Answer is Always Best

Thing One: Why do we have to go to our room?

Me: Because you guys put on all your winter clothes, climbed into the pedestal sink in the bathroom, ran a humongous bubble bath, and danced a jig in it, sending a flood of soapy water, Bobby Brady-style, flowing down the stairs and through the bathroom ceiling, filling our kitchen light fixture with water and effectively leaving us without electricity in the kitchen for days.

That's why.

Who Looks Cuter?

The Prince of Lockjaw or...

The Princess of Snot?

Robert Plant and Alison Krauss: Raising Sand

Best. Album. Ever.

What Do You Think?

Would it be rude to call my sewing teacher at 10 p.m?

Just to come over for a quick looksee?

I can't lay the PATTERNNN!!!!!

I Didn't Go to Yoga Today

But it's not because one of these


fell out when I unrolled my yoga mat last week.

Hey Check Out the Last Three Pics I Posted...

Do you think Thing One has a crink in his neck?

One from Thing Two

Knock knock.
Who's there?
I pooped.

Am I or Aren't I

SSuuuuuuuuuper caffeinated?????

Who Looks Prettier in the Princess Dress?

Thing Two or Thing Freaky?

Watch Where You Put that Thing

See this beautiful birdie that Thing One made at preschool?

It's a sad story, though.

Apparently it beaked him in the head!

Guess Where I've Been

Okay, folks, I'm taking a leap here and thinking there might just be one of you left out there. I was always coming back, I swear. I've just really had some things on my mind and needed a little space...it's not you, babe.

I was in rehab. There, I said it.

It's not that I'm not a fairly transparent person in most respects, it's just that, well, how do you go from "Redneck Pedicure" to "I'm an alcoholic and I was abstinent for 16 of the last 17 years and a week after I took that video I took a drink and couldn't stop.

Could. N't. Stop.

So I went to Hazelden. Wonderful place. Spectacular staff. Beautiful Minnesota setting, if I do say so myself.

I'd recommend it to any (other) mental defectives. I'm also writing about it. At the Hazelden Alumni site. Yes, I graduated. With honors. (<--That's a little alcoholic humor.) Fortunately, for me at least, I can also share it with you. Because every story contains experience, strenth, and hope. So you can bet your sweet ass I'm going to share mine. Over here. Can you see that okay?

Maybe someday the twain shall meet.

And hey, feel free to leave me comments, okay? Here, too.

Because neediness is the cornerstone of an alcoholic mind.

I just made that up.