Gen X is dead
The phone rings. I can tell by the look on Charley’s face that it can only mean one thing. Survey. Oh, and hold on tight! It’s a radio station survey. Could he be any luckier? I’m ready to kick the phone out of his hand when I see the smile start to fade from his face. He’s not a male between the ages of 18 and 34. Apparently at 35 we are no longer cool enough to give our opinions on music. Suck it clear channel.
Summer Bummer
a little break for greater things
I’m taking a bit of break to devote myself to my new venture, Will Play for Food. I’m So excited about it and as soon as I have a legitimate website, I’ll post a link. Those of you who have listened to my dream and offered advise, THANK YOU! I think this is going to be great.
1 REALLY long year + 6 really quick months.
This time last year I was beginning to think that clocks and calendars in my home had been sabotaged. Days became nights became days and yet here I was in the same chair, wearing the same p.j.’s that I wore in the hospital the day after delivering. Now I’m looking for those same clocks in hopes of freezing time. Just for a while. It’s just that all of a sudden it’s going so fast. The girls turned 18 month old this week. They are doing all of the things that one does at 18 months and we are all so smitten with them. Poor little Tuesday was sick with Roseola this week and spent 4 days in my arms. Piper took full advantage of a quiet sister to really turn on the charm. Singing, chatting and dancing. Such a girl! It makes me smile to think of them in another 18 months.
