I am not a beach person. So, I was just about as surprised as anyone to find myself (and my trusty sidekick, Sir) at a friend’s beach house on the Atlantic this week. Over the years, I really have tried to see the appeal of the beach, but I just keep coming up short....
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Yes, friends, I was called to civic duty. And, like a true American, I weaseled my way out of it. After much hoop-jumping and aggravation, I now have an ‘official’ email declaring me exempt from jury duty. It seems that even the Baltimore County Circuit Court recognizes Full-Time Parental Unit (I refuse to use...
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Much like Pancake, I have been on Parental Lock Down this week – the difference being that, instead of my offspring being ill, I am the one who has been stricken by the plague. When I awoke Saturday morning feeling like I had spent the night swallowing red hot razor blades, I knew something...
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People, I gotta tell ya, I’m just not feelin’ it this week. Too much going on, not enough time in a day, and all I want to do is crawl into bed and watch re-runs of ‘Soap’ (yes, I am aware that it is now 2010, but sometimes I like to hop in the...
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Okay, kids, it’s time for yet another story from my brief but illustrious dating career (I dated in high school, often finding myself in more awkward and horrifying situations than I care to think about, before meeting my husband in college and being saved from further humiliation. Whew!). Once again, you have Sara to...
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Those of you who are familiar with Frothygirlz’ resident duct tape goddess and dating guru, Sara, may have noticed that she mentioned little ol’ me in her column last week. For the rest of you, click, read, enjoy. I’ll wait here and amuse myself by playing with this Slinky. Ooo, Slinky…a spring, a spring,...
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Recently, we moved our 15 month old son out of his nursery and into his ‘big boy’ room. The transition went very well, as evidenced by his running about his new larger domain in that excited toddler manner, only stopping when he was so overcome with joy that he felt the need to hug...
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Well, friends, it hasn’t been the greatest week here at Chez Ruth. Thus far, we’ve suffered injury, famine (okay, maybe it wasn’t so much ‘famine’ as it was an extreme lack of motivation to go to the grocery store), and now pestilence. Pestilence, people!!! Ugh. Picture it, Wednesday, late morning – a lovely *cough*...
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Editor’s note: this was supposed to run on Thursday, but we had to upgrade our database, so my apologies for our delay. Hey, kids, it’s March! Time to start the madness! Yeah, that’s about as enthusiastic as you’re going to see me get about March Madness…unless, of course, my team makes it to the...
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Hi America. How are you? Good, good. You changed your hair – very nice. Here, have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? How about a Fresca? No? Okay. Look, I’ve gotta be honest, this isn’t a social call. It’s more like…an intervention. Wait, wait…don’t go. Hear me out, America. You know...
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