Navigating life as a (second)wife, (step)mom, and (frazzled)bear with inappropriate laughter and near-perfect hindsight.
I smell like a goat. Or maybe smelling like a goat would be an upgrade. I smell more like a goat if it was eaten by a horse and then shit out days later, spread across a pig pasture, rolled in for weeks, and then deposited on the floor of a barn during a heatwave.
All ready to vacation...and, wait, the kids are sick? Like, REALLY sick? FML.
It looks like the surrounding neighborhoods spent much of 2020 designing new layouts for their Christmas lights. Ours...are not quite up yet. Rich is holding firm to not lighting the house until the third-ish week of December. And, in a who are you? twist, our Fall/Thanksgiving decor still adorns the mantle, flag pole, and front … Continue reading (Ab)Normal Traditions.
So here I sit - two weeks away from putting 2019 in the books
Prelude: Last year, Rich took a business trip to Columbus, Ohio - out of his usual travel zone - and came home kicking himself for realizing, too late, how close he was to the Air Force Museum in Dayton. For months after, he would mention how he should have spent an extra day or how, … Continue reading Dayton Strong