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Do These Ones Fit? Do These?

August 28th, 2005

We went school shopping today. Honest to God, parents should get combat pay for spending an hour at Gap Kids trying fifty pairs of jeans on their wiggly little almost-five-year-old. Out of these fifty, two fit. Sort of.

Yes, there were 2 (two) dressing rooms for 800 (eight hundred) children.

Jeans were on sale. Yes, her three-year-old brother had to go along. Fine with him, as he enjoys licking the filthy carpets in dressing rooms and spends most of his time in there rolling about like a little puppy in a meadow.


Tired Wacky Mommy

on writing

August 25th, 2005

“Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”

–E.L. Doctorow, writer (1931- )

I, Wacky Mommy

August 23rd, 2005

“It is necessary to have purpose.”

— Alice #1, “I, Mudd”, stardate 4513.3


To the P.G. Mamas

August 22nd, 2005

It’s August, ladies. And those of you who are ten months pregnant have Wacky Mommy’s empathy. So here are a few little comments my Wacky Sister sent me, to cheer me up the August I was ten months p.g. with Wacky Girl:


Photos of Cindy and crew

August 21st, 2005

Page 1, page 2, page 3.

words from Chuckles

August 21st, 2005

“Minutus cantorum, minutus balorum, minutus carborata descendum pantorum.”

(“A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.”)

blog today

August 20th, 2005

first blog from Wacky Boy:

I like to play video games. I like to jump in the swimming pool. I like to play with games.

Wacky Girl: He likes to go in my room and mess up my bed.

WB: Yeah.


quote of the day

August 18th, 2005

“Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things.”

— Amelia Earhart, aviator (1897-1937)

Dirty Thieves

August 17th, 2005

PEACE AND LOVE to the Wacky Mommy of my late friend David Johnson. He was an Oregon boy, who I knew from about 20 years ago. A bunch of us used to all run around together, when we were mere children. We lost touch. He was killed in Iraq. God rest. His mom is going to join Cindy Sheehan, deep in the heart of Texas. You rock, mamas.

And, in more trivial news: Did they steal the other pumpkin yet? No. But they did try to steal the neighbor’s car. And a few years ago, they stole my neighbor’s bathtub. Which was in her driveway at the time. (They were remodeling.)



Peanut Butter Playdough

August 16th, 2005


1 cup honey
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup dry powdered milk

Mix ingredients. Add additional milk if necessary to make the dough pliable. This dough is extremely edible. (Not for kids under age one.)

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