Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

P.S. to the post below – pictures will follow.  We’ve downloaded them all, I just have to be home to select the most interesting ones and upload them onto the site.   Some of them are a little distressing to me because . . . well, let’s just say I am looking forward to getting…

Why do they call it a shower, I wonder?   Obviously, the guest is showered with gifts and love.  But the guest could also be said to be flooded with gifts and love, or buried with gifts and love, or absolutely knocked out with gifts and love.  Why don’t they call it a knockout?   We were…

One . . . blog that is.  (And one baby, thank god, can’t imagine fitting two of these in here!)   Check it out.  I Wonder Women.  I tell you all about a side trip I took in Australia to a very cool place made entirely of . . . sand . . .

Baby Done Dropped   I do believe the baby has dropped (this means he’s dropped down a bit, his head engaged in the pelvic area and all ready to get squeezed out – totally normal behavior for a 37 week old fetus.)  My first clue was a hangy-down belly.  My second was that I peed…

Last night I slept deeply enough to dream, but woke enough times to remember them.   In my first dream, I was married to the bad news guy who I described in that lengthy and emotional post last July.  Ben and I were heading into a buffet line at a restaurant where you had to…