Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Anatomy of a Little League Game

Photo credit: Hin255 via freedigitalimages.com
It’s Spring! For my family that means baseball. I love the game, even if it does take over my life and turn me into a crazy person. I thought I’d share the experience of managing three kids and a little league game on a school night, for those of you unfamiliar with the experience.

PREGAME: 
5:45pm: Arrive at ball field and of course, there’s no parking. Off-load children and gear and folding chairs and circle the lot like a bird of prey, hoping someone is leaving to get Chick Fil A. Spot opens up but it’s a dreaded foul ball/smashed windshield spot. Sigh and keep circling. See a t-ball mom pull into it, she’ll learn soon enough.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Horrifying Conversations with Mini: Bedtime Chatting


Hello friends! It's been a while since our last installment of "Horrifying Conversations with Mini", but fear not, this one truly lives up to the name. Let's set the stage for what should have been a precious family moment. My husband, the irascible Cap'n Coupon, has been on the road for the better part of six weeks. On his first night back, he was taking his time tucking the kids into bed and visiting with them, catching up on all the stuff he missed.

Monday, April 11, 2016

When I was 18...

Me at 18, right before my senior prom.
This post is sponsored by Responsibility.org as part of their #ItStartsWithMe campaign. All the opinions are my own because no one is the boss of me. 

I was asked to think about the nature of responsibility and how it has changed for me over the past 25 years (in honor of Responsibility.org's 25th anniversary). That's like asking me to compare a scrambled egg and a leather recliner. The two things bear so little resemblance to each other that comparisons are hard to come by. Let's start by going over a few similarities and differences, just to warm up.

A couple of differences about me at 18 and me at 43
  • I no longer feel attractive while wearing shorts.
  • This is mostly because my ever-slowing metabolism can sadly no longer take 3,000 calories a day and turn them into a size 6 ass. 
  • If you offer me a cigarette, I will take it as an invitation to lecture you about making bad choices. 
  • I no longer pretend to like The Grateful Dead*, while actually wondering why all the songs are so long and everyone is dancing in circles with their eyes closed.
*For younger readers, in case you are confused The Grateful Dead and The Walking Dead are not related in anyway. Well... Wait. Never mind. They are a little alike. 

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