Lux et umbra vicissum…

Cowboarding – much like waterboarding, only as you lay blindfolded you have a cow dumped on your head

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Did you know that wild onions make good bait for ice fishing? Well, it’s true! At least according to my dream it is. But it’s hard to get the fish to take the hook and not just eat the onion off of it from the side. Smart fish.
Oh, and some crazy [...]

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Mental Illness.  That phrase has such a stigma.  It dredges up images of people who can’t function due to severe retardation, or people laughing maniacally somewhere in the far recesses of a hospital.  Depression actually sounds a bit better these days probably because it’s become so common, but somehow it doesn’t really capture the nature [...]

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I have a good husband.  He’s my helper, comforter, and best friend.  And he knows when to tell me to stop with the saving money thing.

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I was planning on posting today about the way I muffed a bit on the re-adoption (nothing major… no worries), but I’m too tired and cranky right now.
Instead, I’ll simply state that I think UTI’s are the most annoying of all of the infections.  Queezy tummy, a little extra tired, and having to pee all [...]

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I was telling Joel last night that it’s just not fair that some people can do things like write one book and then have it become a best seller the proceeds of which they can live off of.  Or write one song and live off the royalties.  *sigh*
I wish I could write!  I don’t even [...]

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Ok, we’re switched over! Joel says I’m going to become a PHP hack because I was mucking about with the code for my blog a good bit yesterday (which is why I didn’t end up posting at all). That is to say, if something doesn’t work, it’s probably my fault. [...]

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You can’t stop time. It’s funny how a mother (and a father to some extent, I’m sure) experiences a mix of pride, joy, and grief with each new accomplishment of her child. The pride and joy are pretty obvious, I think, but that little tinge of grief is usually hidden in the background, [...]

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