Dear Holidays: End, already! You know that after Jan. 2, I reserve the right to remove your holiday decorations in any manner I see fit, right? Even though I dearly love the coffeehouse where I’m sitting, if I had a lighter I’d surely be burning the glittery gel stickers and plastics sno...

It’s gone. After two months of near-daily blogging, I’m damn near out. We rung in the new year quietly, sucking up as much quiet, non-parenting time as we could. We rotted our brain with about 289 hours of “House” reruns (even smart television makes me feel like my brains are...

I can’t believe I thought a two-part entry over two days was a good idea. It’s indulgent and rather dull. I reread yesterday’s entry and good lord, I’m sorry. I hope you didn’t go reread old stuff.Also in rereading, I realized that maybe I should revise my theme to refl...

Ah, 2008. I hardly knew ya, especially since I kept thinking you were 2009 all year. I sit here in my pajamas at nearly 5 pm, having already visiting one of the 10 bars (we counted today) in my neighborhood for $1 mugs of Stag and the opportunity to hear someone exclaim, “That cocksucker stole...

Hallelujah, it’s over and done. This Christmas season, with its myriad of ass-pains, is over. At least, the worst of it is. Brian and I have returned from my hometown. Clara Jane’s spending a few days with my parents. I’m looking forward to tomorrow night’s Bottle Rockets sho...

Clara Jane and I went to the annual Gardenland Express display of Christmas flowers and model trains at the Missouri Botanical Gardens today. Doesn’t she look like she’s having an awesome time? That gleam in her eye? Certainly that’s Christmas cheer, right? That’s not possibl...

Oh no. I’ve only been up for 12 hours, so the day is still young! That’s right. It’s ten minutes to one in the morning. I slept around 12 hours last night, not including the 4-hour nap I took Saturday afternoon. Hey. It’s Solstice. I figure it all balances out. Don’t as...

Dear Christmas: End, already! I realized this morning, when I couldn’t drag myself out of bed to go to my kid’s school Santa Breakfast that I am really, really over the holidays this year. I think I said that a week or so ago, but this time I’m really over them. I’m over them...

When Clara Jane isn’t pestering Santa for her own Barbie army, she’s been begging for art supplies. Not that she doesn’t have a houseful of art supplies. Just about every surface in our house has a supply of markers, crayons, glue, scissors, paper and stickers should any creative e...

Remember two weeks ago, when my dear friend Summer left two bags of puffy Cheetos (and possibly a midsized bottle of Absolut that might have been drunk) on my porch? She’s at it again. Today she showed up with Christmas gifts: two Vosges Mo’s Bacon Bars (that would be a high-end chocolat...