Just dry lightning and you on my mind

One of my criticisms of Portlanders is that they have no fucking idea what a real storm is like. Sure, they get a lot of rain. But so does Minneapolis. Almost the same amount, in fact; Minnesota gets it in huge summer storms instead of the constant dribble that we get in the Pacific Northwest. [...]

Distill the life that’s inside of me

Raging Mom went to a “Mother’s Day Tea Party” at our boys’ preschool today. The highlight of the event, as it was retold to me, was when each of the mothers were brought up to the front where the teacher proceeded to read the kids’ answers to a series of questions about their mothers. In [...]

WW: Da bear

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I don’t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies

We have had a strange run of hot weather in Portland, and frankly, I’m done with it. Fortunately, it looks like it is done with me, as well, because the temperatures are going to cool down here over the rest of this week. People are always surprised to learn that Minnesota is hot and humid—often [...]

William Friedkin, meet my daughter with streptococcal pharyngitis

First the bad news: Connie has caught strep throat from Raging Mom. I am writing this post with masticated grape children’s Motrin all over my shirt. It is kind of amazing, the level of craziness that a child can employ when they are delirious with fever. She went completely Linda Blair on me. I was [...]

Penguins and wild dogs

Today I took Michael and Connie to the Como Zoo for a private penguin viewing. How did I get this unprecedented clearance, you ask? My Raging Sista, who is a teacher and worked at the zoo this summer, of course. She hooked us up. Sonny was crabby and decided to stay with Raging Mother-in-law, henceforth, [...]