Around this point in the Christmas season, I've about had it with the Christmas music selection on the radio. I don't know how it works, but I swear stations buy the rights to about 12-15 songs that fit their format and play them endlessly.
Sadly, they are missing out.
I love Christmas music in all it's glorified cheesiness - the nostalgia, the "limited availability" feel
FRIENDS! I am so excited for the return of Will & Grace. It is one of my all-time favorite shows and I am hoping for a healthy dose of fresh and nostalgia tomorrow night. I am steering clear of reviews and early media coverage so my viewing experience is unclouded. (By the way - totally unintentional late 90s / early thousands TV hits start to
Today was everyone's favorite: School Picture Day. Or, the parent preferred: Fashion Battle [insert year here] and Hair Style Throw Down [insert year here]. Or...maybe that's just the Clark parent's preferred nomenclature. I suspect not, but maybe it's just us.
We were on such a good path leading up to pictures this year. Grace asked to pick out a dress in late August. Done. And, although
Phew. This summer was a WHIRLWIND. A blur. A streak of lightning. Oh, and hot. So very hot. (Side note: Apparently, Portland summers ARE getting hotter. Yaaaaay. Nope.).
Somewhere in early June we decided to move. In typical Clark fashion, we made a decision and jumped right in. (Long-time readers will remember this from about ...oh, six years ago when we decided to move across the
Yep. That's a crumb-caked knife. Used by one of our children for breakfast and placed back in the drawer.
A few things I guess I should try to be proud of if I want to look for a silver-lining here, and I usually do want to, so here goes:
My kids are old enough to serve themselves breakfast.
Whichever kid it was (cough-cough-Grace) (Just making
I am writing to you from the edge of my kitchen table, just a few short days into summer break. For the kids, obvs. For parents, normal life marches on through the summer...mostly. You do have a few added chores like parent taxis, and drying all the swim clothes. Adding to our early summer time joy, me and Kenny decided to mulch our yard
Have you ever gotten a phone call from the vice principal of your child's school? It's literally dreadful the way you might imagine getting fired from your job might be. I never want to answer the phone when I see it's the school calling. No one from school ever calls with good news, do they? "Oh, hey, Mrs. Clark! I am just calling to tell you