Are We There Yet?
We have an indecision problem in our family.
At least I think we do. I could be wrong. What do you think?
This malady afflicts us to varying degrees. I fall somewhere short of midrange on the decisiveness-o-meter — not as bad as some but worse than others.
We are celebrating the “Thanksmas” holiday this year with my side of the family.
My niece is getting married Saturday night, and lots of relatives are coming into town who won’t be able to make it back for Christmas a month later. So we’re doing a combo holiday on Thanksgiving.
Judging by the Christmas trees I saw at Target on Halloween — or maybe it was Fourth of July? — the holiday shopping season has begun.
I have just one question: What mouth-breathing nonparent invented the toy called “Bop-it”?
We are approaching a Halloween transition.
Our kids are tweens-plus — the oldest doesn’t trick-or-treat anymore, and our daughter will probably go with friends this year.
My sweet girl, who has in past years been a fairy and a princess and a ballerina, is thinking of going as a criminal. Another proud parenting moment.
Lots of people have bucket lists.
Climbing Mount Everest, riding a hot air balloon, sky diving — actually those are on my things-I’d-never-do-in-a-million-years list.
I have kept a bucket list of sorts for my kids. Not big things, just simple joys of childhood.
We have an old van.
We don’t live in it, and it’s not parked down by the river (RIP Chris Farley).
But it is not what you’d call a luxury-mobile.
People often hear us coming. There’s a muffler issue. It might even smell a bit exhausty.
It’s officially September and we’ve all survived the transition back to school. Not without a few challenges.
Like remembering when school actually starts.
Several eager freshmen were among the first students at Central High School on Aug. 20. Trouble was, they were about an hour early.