Archive for the ‘for my next trick’ Category

Posted on September 2nd, 2009 by by Mary

unzipped

Calm down. That’s not what I mean.
In fact the most alluring thing about this story is its setting: Hawaii. Hanauma Bay in Oahu to be precise. I waited a lot of years to go to Hawaii and I came back saying what everyone else I know who has been there (including my entire immediate family, [...]

Posted on August 22nd, 2009 by by Mary

Confessions of an End Table

Ok, so….what’s a dork’s favorite holiday, you ask? (Christmas doesn’t count) The one day of the year when one is actually allowed….nay, encouraged to let one’s inner dork become one’s outer dork?
HALLOWEEN, OF COURSE!!
This one takes place back in my college days…..*cough* years ago. Apparently, weeks before, I had done something stupid like go out [...]

Posted on September 2nd, 2007 by by Mary

that girl is…poison

Greetings gentle readers!
Hope everyone is enjoying a relaxing Labor Day weekend (boy, is *that* an oxymoron)!
Those of you that have been with me for awhile already know that I have a habit of getting myself into erm…situations. Things like, oh I dunno……getting mistaken for furniture, or, say, my rather infamous (outdoor) faceplant, not to be [...]

Posted on November 18th, 2006 by by Mary

The Non-Safety Dance

Greetings gentle readers!
Puddin Face is a joy and a delight and I’m more in love with her every day. She’s starting to giggle now and you can bet the farm I’m doing everything in my power during her waking hours to hear it as often as possible. Since I can dork it up proper, I’m [...]

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Posted on July 29th, 2006 by by Mary

You Sneeze, You Lose

Greetings gentle readers!
Wow? Is that the time? I’m going to go ahead and pretend that it has escaped my notice that my little miracle is now officially overdue. I’ve been doing a great job ignoring these pesky contractions, (I practically stopped counting and don’t even know that it’s been FOURTEEN DAYS now since this started! [...]

Posted on June 20th, 2006 by by Mary

My Name is Mud

It seemed like such an empty threat.
But Mom used it alllllll the time.
“You better put those dirty dishes in the dishwasher…or your name is Mud!”
“You better not skip brushing your teeth….or your name is Mud!”
Ok, AND? I kept wondering. What’s the big deal? I mean, my name starts with ‘M’ anyway….really you’re just economizing on [...]

 

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