I’m making the drive up to the State Hospital in Chatahoochee to see my mother this weekend. I’m not worried that the 12 hours in a car will do me much harm, but the exposure to germs gives me pause. Still, it’s been five months since I’ve seen my mother. I simply can’t stay away any longer.
I haven’t checked the weather yet, but it could be interesting. Chatahoochee is practically on…
Beth is a champ.
She missed her opportunity to test with the rest of her group last week in Tae Kwon Do, so we sprung for the private test. In my mind, the “private” test is a bit misleading. When you test with the group, you do the form as a group. When you take a “private” test, you do it by yourself; but you’re still doing it in front of the entire class (just not in front of all the…
I was reading through some of my early entries (those occasional posts to the old site, which eventually became this blog), and I ran across this gem from the early Beth years.
Remember when Beth was four? I do, sort of. What a kid she’s growing up to be. It defies explanation… or more accurately, it defies my ability to explain.
Follow this link to the post: “One tooth, three teeth”
Even…
NURSE!?! I can’t use this laminated composite crap! Get me some real wood… oak, ash, hickory. Hell, I’ll even take pine or maple. Just get it here STAT!
As it happens, my wife has suffered through the preliminary, primary, and waning stages of illness, and I’m still cold free. My daughter has seen all manner of matter treat her mouth like a two-way street, but I haven’t had so much as a…
My wife is convinced that we are cursed. Every year, at this time, the Kauffman Household (v 2.2.2) passes around a nasty bug. Or so she says, but more on that later. Last night my daughter got jiggy with a little retroperistalsis, and tonight my wife is playing a little catch-up.
I should of had a V8! That, or I should have stayed in a hotel this week; for it is not a question of IF I’ll get…
Adam is sitting behind me in the family room, poking me in the back and doing his impression of DeNiro in “Analyze This!”
“You. You! You’re good!”
Mind you, he’s never seen the movie, and the closest thing he has to an Italian American acquaintance is his German/Irish/English/Swiss/American father who does the occasional impression to entertain the kids.
It’s awesome when one word…