Tag: marriage

i think i know you

I met my new doctor today. Well, she’s not really a doctor, she’s a nurse with super powers, which is cool with me. I’m fine with her power, I just worried if I’d like her; if we’d click; if she’d get me, or if she’d think I was crazy. My old-man doctor of ten years

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in sickness and health, but not vinegar

Have you ever seen that episode of Cheers where Rebecca finally decides to give it up to Sam? The one where she is all snotty and coughing and un-showered, with matted-bed-hair, unbrushed teeth, and sporting well-worn pajamas? Well. Last Wednesday night, I remembered that episode… I returned from my Chicago business trip last Monday with

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you can’t take the florida out of the girl

I spent the last six days in the Chicagoland area on business. I arrived in the middle of the night. Literally. My flight to O’Hare was so late I reminded myself of that movie The Terminal. Hello Chicagoland. The morning after I arrived my friend and business partner, Comic Book Mom, and I had several

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i have a smurf-blue belly button

I spent my Fourth of July at The Color Run. Hubs refused to run The Color Run with me because he said it was gay; which in my non-homophobe-marathoner-husband’s language I translated to mean he didn’t want to do it because it wasn’t a serious, hardcore, timed run and he didn’t want to be doused

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ready, set, here i run

I’m going to Chicago next week. I thought I had been to Chicago before, and I have been there, just not since I could talk. Or walk. Or since Al Gore invented the internet. My Chicago visit was very-pre-9/11. So pre-9/11, I don’t think it really counts as a visit. I don’t know why I

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glasses, braces and oh my

I’m a contact virgin. I’m the nerdy kid who always wanted to wear glasses and braces, and I never got to wear either. Well, I used to roll up aluminum foil and mold it around my teeth to pretend I had braces, but I never actually got to officially wear real ones, I just sort

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i’m not ready…

“Mom, don’t wash any of my clothes. I’m saving up all of my dirty laundry and I’m going to wash it right before I leave on my trip.” Nic is referring to the fourteen hour road trip he has been planning for several months, with three other eighteen year old boys. Over the July Fourth

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keeping up with myself

I love fitness gadgets. Anything that measures my activity and prompts me to compete against myself makes me want it. Bad. Competitive much? I need the t-shirt. I must have blown through fifteen pedometers and Weight Watchers calculators back in the pre-smart phone day. When smart phones came along I used calorie counting and mileage

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i should have been a killer whale

My youngest son Nic turned eighteen a few months ago and he just graduated from high school. He has his own car, a job, half a degree, his own friends and a separate life. I barely see his face these days. Hubs constantly reminds me that it’s normal for boys to separate from their parents

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with this ring… you won’t get carded

Winn Dixie Cashier to my husband: Sir, I need to see your I.D. Hubs: Huh? WD Cashier (giggling and making eyes at my husband): We have to card anyone who looks like they are under thirty. I roll my eyes. Hubs steps between me and the cashier. HELLO? I AM STANDING RIGHT HERE! HE HAS

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