Tomorrow, I’ll see the School Patrol lines walk by my house on the way to the elementary school at the end of the block. It is the first day of school, in the St. Paul school district, which waits until
Opinion
Trigger Warning: discusses gun use, regulation, and may contain a swear word or two. I saw this gem on Facebook this morning, prefaced by a well-thought out introduction from someone I respect. Growing up, there were guns in my house.
Time for an RBOC* Post
Gee, a girl moves her blog and all hell breaks loose! Not on the blog, but just in the world around me. So much to write, so little time. In no particular order: Sarah graduated from sixth grade. And she
Do We Have a Deal?
Memorandum December 10, 2010 To: My Family From: Fed-Up Carol Anne/Mama Re: Agreement If I agree to work a full-time job plus a part-time job to keep a roof over our heads, bills paid, refrigerator stocked and some other fun
I’m Too Old for This
I’m not putting up with bull shit, bullying, or any kind of crap anymore. I’ve officially had it up to ***here*** with people determining I’m incompetent because they don’t like my style . I use to joke that when I
Damn It, I Don’t Want to Cook
It’s 5:23 pm. In about 7 minutes I’ll hear the howls: What’s for dinner?! I am in no mood to cook. I don’t think I have anything to cook. All the good food is GONE. Can’t shop until payday. Why
Hit -n- Dumb
Here’s the chorus of the song I sang to Sarah last night: Mama got run over by Dada Coming off the bus the other day. Mama said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dada said, “I didn’t see
Newspaper to “Guarantee Delivery”
I wonder if the Star-Tribune is willing to deliver a daily newspaper to my doorstep – for the price of the subscription to the paper. It seems the Pioneer Press is not. I received a notice that for an additional