We recently got a new favorite toy in our household. I know that some families get jet skis, or multi-room tents, but we got a recliner. Yes, we’re an active, healthy family, but like the Most Interesting Man in the World says, “I don’t always lie around, but when I do, it’s in a vegetative state.”
The Surreal Housewife: The Last Word
Why leave it to your grieving relatives, who will be furiously looking for your will, to make important decisions? Regardless of how comfortable you are thinking about your own demise, isn’t it your responsibility? And besides, wouldn’t it be nice to have the last word, once and for all?
The Surreal Housewife: Freshmen on my Mind
Where did the time go? I don’t just mean this summer; I mean the last 16 summers. Seems like just yesterday I was packing bikes and kids into the truck and heading to the elementary school to teach them how to ride a bike, which was impossible on the hill we lived on.
The Surreal Housewife: How I remember things (or not)
The elephant in the memory room, so to speak, is age. How does one compensate for the decline in memory as one ages? Buy more Post-its? Put chalkboards in every room? (The bedroom chalkboard could get interesting.) Set alarms for our impending alarms? Surely, there’s got to be another way.
The Surreal Housewife: Bring me a “higher love” (Steve Winwood)
Love is remembering; he was someone before he met you. He had highs and lows and dreams and disappointments and comebacks and setbacks; job offers and perfect games and sublime moments alone in nature. He experienced moments with lovers that left him daydreaming for the entire next day.
The Surreal Housewife: The Year of Living Dangerously
Second marriages are tricky. According to the Internet, arguably the world’s most reliable source of accurate statistics and funny cat videos, second marriages have a divorce rate of 67%—making them even harder to pull off successfully than first marriages.
The Ex-Factor
Recently my husband and I joined my husband’s ex-wife and her boyfriend for a beer at the local pub. That’s not the interesting part, though to some it might be. To others, it should be a lesson, which I’ll get to in a moment. The interesting part was the look on the bartender’s face.
Life is Anything But Short
It’s not relative; it’s real, and it’s long, and it’s happening now: Life
Dirty Is A Relative Term
Dirty knees and clean sheets are not on a 14-year old boy’s list of things to worry about.
Going, Going, Gone: 14-Year Old Boyness
There exists a perfect stage in every male’s life, where the boy is fading away, and the man is emerging.