I am a zelig. Some days it’s hard to tell which pieces of me are mine. It used to be kind of an embarrassing habit, but now that I have accepted my chameleon tendencies, I realize that it is less copycat and more adaptation.
I was living in Scotland during my parent’s divorce the first time I became aware of my superpower. Mom moved, with my brother and I, to her parent’s Glasgow flat taking the concept of running home to the extreme and putting at least four thousand miles between us …

Today I discovered that writing about yourself is challenging.  Actually it’s hard. And to quote the great philosopher Homer (Simpson, of course): “If something is too hard to do, then it’s not worth doing. (You just stick that guitar in the closet next to your shortwave radio, your karate outfit and your unicycle and we’ll go inside and watch TV.)” And with that, I’m done. Not gonna do it. Nope. Maybe MWD will do it for me (please, Honey?).
While I’m trying to take my crack at writing, I have decided …

I searched the world (wide web) for some kind of barrette garage, but apparently the general population only buys/makes these for 5 years old girls who like pink. So – when you can’t find something, make your own. I can be crafty when it is a matter of necessity!
To copy me: Find some kind of framed art to your liking (that won’t make your husband whine too much), matching ribbon & mitten clips (like these). Cut the ribbon to a length that will wrap around to the back and clip …

I should be working on my current short story, but I want to share with you the journey of my soufflé.
Soufflé is gross. At least that is what I thought most of my life. It always looks and smells way better than it tastes and seems like a grown up food (which is bad, right?). In addition, I have a niece that was traumatized once by quiche (which to me is a better version of a soufflé) furthering my feelings. We cannot see that sweet girl without her asking me …

I learned about 10 on 10 from Alysha Gray a few days ago on Twitter and I’m pretty sure it was started by a blogger named Rebekah. As Rebekah says “take a photo once an hour for ten consecutive hours on the tenth of each month. document a snapshot of your life and find beauty amoung the ordinary things of your day.”
So here’s my first try – I found a little beauty among the ordinary . . .
 
 

That was fun! Can’t wait to do it next month.

Sometimes I have these random memory fragments that pop into my mind usually triggered by some inane moment in my day. Usually I write a whole blog about them in my head working out the details of how to explain something so meaningless to other people in a way that would be interesting. As soon as I realize they wouldn’t be interesting to anyone else, I quit writing and it never makes it to paper (or computer in my case).  For a change of pace, I’m going to go ahead …

Right now I cannot stop from covering my nose with my hand and taking a deep whiff kind of like a sad imitation of Mary Katherine Gallagher after she pulls her hands from her armpits.  I’ve been organizing some of my things that have been cluttering up my closet floor due to the lack of storage in the new bathroom/closet area. I’ve put it off for a couple months and today I finally got sick of crushing items each time I pick my wardrobe. While milling through these things and …

What a total and complete day of sloth. It is 10:30pm and I’m about to get out of my PJs and shower only to put on a clean pair of PJs. Wow. I basically read and watched TV all day. The bigs are gone with the other parents this weekend. Jack and I did a few dances and made some projects in-between – he loves projects. A typical Jack project is usually a piece of construction paper (choose one of the 7 standard issue – today was red) cut into …

Short story derived from the photo below.
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Detective John Raven pulled his rental car up to the massive gates of the Sutton estate and felt a pain in the pit of his stomach that screamed you never should have come here. He was out of his league and he should have made the Carson County Sheriff’s department deal with this and been done with it. The entire property was surrounded by 10-foot high stone walls and the gates in front of him were even taller. Every inch was covered in a …

I currently suffer from pill guilt and the only cure is facing reality. About 6 weeks ago, I started my son on a medication for ADHD called Vyvanse. It was a troubling verdict for me, since I have been judging and whispering under my breath about parents who do this for years. It’s true. I have friends and family members that I have thought negatively about for putting their kids on meds. The statement I have used most is that I think it is lame when parents medicate their kids …