Music can really set the tone of one's mood. And since I'm a lover of Country and Western music I often find myself in utter despair one moment, and jumping for joy the other. I grow up in a shabby cabin, while my father is working in the coal mine, and my mom is sowing...
My husband has a tendency to blame me for just about anything. Has his coat mysteriously disappeared? Then I must have hung it somewhere. Can't find his glass? I must have put it in the diswasher. Whatever is going wrong or getting lost, it's only a matter of time before it becomes my fault. Adam...
… and I'll smile if I want to! Nine years ago today, after a punishing heatwave and five weeks of Summer Vacation spent all alone with four children*, I gave birth to my youngest son Pete. Secretly I had been hoping he might just fall out, keeping the labor easy and light, but no such...
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About ten weeks ago I changed from citygirl to countrygirl. Here are some of my thoughts and discoveries about country life! There are no playgrounds in the country. When we lived in the suburbs, at the corner of our street there was a little playground. And whenever the kids got bored I just said: 'Why...
Do you know those couples, who have lots of friends. They go on weekend getaways together, plan their holidays as a group, and generally look like they're living in a feel good movie? I am not one of those couples. My social life is as flat as a bottle of Coca Cola the kids forgot...
I love comments. And when I write, what I think is a particular witty post, I can't wait for the comments to pour in. Unfortunately, they don't pour. At best they trickle. So to torture myself I go on a tour and visit popular mom blogs, and read their ± 300 comments. And I ask...
When I walked my two youngest to school last Monday I, whispered: 'Ot and Pete, do you realize this is the very last Monday we'll be walking this way to school? After we move to the country, we'll have to ride bíkes to get to your new school.' And when Tuesday arrived, I announced in...
It's lonely at the top, so I had taken some time out of my busy schedule, to like myself on Facebook. A lot. I was very pleased with the result, because obviously, I was a popular girl! But my joy was shortlived, because soon after, my eldest son came down the stairs, laughing so hard...
I was working, blogging away, minding my own business when my eldest daughter declared in triumphant tones: 'Sybil and I aren't the only ones anymore who think you look like professor Trewlawney!' 'Huh?' 'My friend Mary thinks so too!' When I got the first report, about my similarity to this Harry Potter character, I of...
