Monthly Archives: January 2009

when the cat’s away…

the shit always hits the fan. i speak the truth. trust me. it happened here. and here. it’s like they have a freakish sixth sense that when i’m alone and at my most vulnerable…hmm, mommy, now’s a good time for us to get sick! huzzah! and they don’t even take…

brainfreeze

it’s holymotherfucker cold outside right now. i got up, showered, got dressed, got into my van so the husband could drive me to the Tim Horton’s where he left the civic last night (don’t ask. please. it has to do with his inability to WAIT and some Greek Tragedy called…

mortification. and some winners. and some snowIndy

my kids do their fair share of embarrassing me. You have to develop a thick skin around children, probably even thicker with the Martell kids because sure they might play cute on tv… but i assure you, in reality, they are mortification machines. I mean how can you not DIE…