The BoneBlog

Tonight Greg and I went to Tucker's Place , which is our sort-of-go-to place for steaks if we're not grilling our own. And for the 2nd and 3rd time in our lives (which is 2 times too many), the hostess just SKIPPED our name in the wait list. The first time was in Springfield, IL, at D'Arcy's Pint (which...

I Guess We're Stealthy Like That. →

A week or two ago, Greg expressed his fervent desire for snow. A big, blanketing snow like the one we had last year . Yesterday that wish was granted. Today marks Day Two of No School for the kids. We've had two sledding sessions so far. One last night, and one this afternoon. Last night's session was...

Snow + Childhood = Bliss. →

...and clean your room.

You are so busted.

Love,

Mom.

After a brief reprieve from winter weather this week, which we celebrated by grilling burgers, we're back in the teens and twenties for our high temps today. I knew I couldn't handle being indoors all weekend, growing stale, so we packed up the kids and our nerves, added a side dose of patience, and...

Cold Again. →

The debate of the evening:

Ethan:  You're dead.

Greg:  No, I'm not.

Ethan:  Yes you are, too!

Greg:  I'm not dead!

Ethan:  YES YOU ARE TOO DEAD!

I really don't know exactly how he did it. A few days ago, I was working (which means I was surfing the internet) on the computer while Greg was on the telephone with his sister when Ethan hollered, "I need to go poo-poo!" Next came his signature uncomfortable dance around the immediate area which serves...

Not Quite the Shower He Expected. →

Happy Birthday to me. I'm so fortunate to have a husband who loves me, who provides for me day in and day out, and does whatever he can to make my birthday special (including a hand-drawn card, shrimp/chorizo fajitas, blondies with ice cream, and taking care of the kids). Plus, there is yet to be anything...

Yes, I'm Really That Fortunate. →

...and the trouble that it's put me through." -- Waylon Jennings I've had it up to here (here!) with the mandatory character education malarkey in our public schools. Why does my district (or anyone, for that matter) think it is within their rights to tell my kid (or anyone, for that matter) how to react...

"I've Always Been Crazy... →

Each year for the past 3 years, we have gone to see the eagles. This year was not much different, but we decided on Saturday -- in a test of true grit -- to confine ourselves in the truck with the children for 4 straight hours. This, we thought, would be a good test of how things will go when we head...

Eagle Watching, 2009. →

For Christmas this year, I bought Greg a book about homebrewing beer. We've been looking for something we enjoy that we can do together. It hit me -- we enjoy beer. We can make beer! Well, plus Greg likes chemistry, and brewing beer uses chemistry. Great! So after Greg pored over his book about brewing...

Homebrew. →

What a day for the gym to have two broken elliptical trainers -- the day the Resolutioners come out. You know them. They're the ones who resolve every year that this year, THIS YEAR is going to be the year they get in shape / stop smoking / whatever, and they flood the gyms with their presence for a...

Resolutions, Schmesolutions. →

Laurel, like all fourth grade kids in this state, has to endure a state history unit. Truth be told, this was my favorite history unit in school because it was something to which I could relate. Local history has always been much more interesting to me than national or world history. I commandeered Laurel...

Mississippian Culture Extravaganza 2009. →

When I sat down to write this, I thought 2008 had been a fairly uneventful year. Then I looked back through the archives, and realized how difficult it was to compress the highlights into a readable post. I’m going to do my best. Laurel denounced Michelangelo as a jerk. I quit working full-time again...

Sayonara, 2008! →