Here’s a collection of random thoughts I’ve been having lately. Why am I sharing these things that make me go hmm? Just for fun, of course! Mattresses for sale In my neck of the woods, there are often signs by the side of the road advertising Queen pillow top mattresses for sale. Why? Who buys [Read More]
Ok Gen X: Thinking about the 70s and 80s
Last fall my teenage son started using the phrase “Ok Boomer” just about every day. “Hey, don’t forget to take out the trash,” I’d say. “Ok Boomer,” he replied. “Time to go to church! Let’s get in the car,” I’d mention. “Ok Boomer,” he replied. Like most Gen Xers, I was offended by his reply. [Read More]
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5 Things I Like That Are Obsolete
“Insert Reward Card.” Insert. “Swipe card.” Swipe. “Pay here or inside?” Here. “Debit or credit?” Credit. “Enter zip code.” Enters zip code. “Scan your retina and sacrifice a pigeon at the gas pump.” Wait…WHAT? Okay, so the gas station pump at which I was filling up my car didn’t ask me to lay a sacrifice [Read More]
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Random Valentine’s Day Thoughts From A Teenager’s Mom
Valentine’s Day as the mother of a teenager is weird. This is because the following random Valentine’s Day thoughts swirl through my head: I wonder if my son likes anyone? Or if anyone likes my son? Oh, who cares. Why is that important? He’s a wonderful person and shouldn’t worry about Valentine’s Day at his [Read More]
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Conversations With My Family About 80s Music
The following is a true story about a family listening to 80s music on a road trip. I have changed their names to protect the innocent. I’m kidding. Usually I don’t mention their names anymore because supposedly that makes me an oversharing, hyper mommy blogger. I digress. The scene A couple weekends ago my family [Read More]
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Thoughts I Have During Yogilates Class
I’ve been taking a yogilates class once a week for ten years now. For those of you who may not know, yogilates is a blend of yoga and pilates. (Yes, it would be much better if it was a blend of yoga and lattes!) I can’t believe I’ve been subjecting myself to such torture, er, [Read More]
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The Long and Short of It
I received the devastating news at my daughter’s well-child visit when she was two years old. “Your daughter is in the 75th percentile for height,” the pediatrician reported. The belly on my 5’11” frame knotted. I uncrossed my long legs and leaned forward in my chair. “Wha-a-a-t?” I stammered. “Does 75th percentile today mean the same as [Read More]
