When I was a kid I was a present counter, strongly adhering to she who dies with the most toys win. Nowhere in the saying was there mention of the most-expensive toys or highest-quality toys. No, it was sheer quantity that mattered.
Even though I have long grown out of my present-grubbing stage, I still adhere [...]
Posts Tagged: Sister Club
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Dec 09
Egalitarian Christmas
28
Mar 09
A fallen idol
Last night at Rock & Roll Bookclub, I was talking to Jaycie about her recent trip to Florida, all the babysitting money she has ($65!), and how she scored tickets for the upcoming JoBros concert (very exciting). As we were discussing all the things she loves, I asked her if she was going to checkout [...]
3
Mar 09
One year later, an update
A little while ago, I was sitting here in the La-Z-Grrl wondering what to write about. I was smiling to myself and reveling in the moment because it was filled with contentment and happiness, though the nagging doubts of never thinking of anything good to write about started to erode the moment a bit.
Then I [...]
7
Dec 08
Awesome peas in an awesome pod
Last night over Potato Oles, I started bugging Jaycie and Max about their favorite aunt. Specifically, which of us was their favorite.
See, Sister #2 and I have been waging battle to be #1 in the hearts of The Tibbles since Cade was born nearly seven years ago. While she has trained them to shout “Auntie [...]
13
Oct 08
At least she’s okay
My mom had a heart attack last night. She was rushed to Abbot Northwestern at about 2 or 3 this morning. I can’t even remember when anymore because it seems so long ago. Of course because my family operates at a high level of dysfunction there was a lot of drama and tears and swearing [...]
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Aug 08
Choosing Sides: The State Fair Edition
For as long as I can remember my family has gone to the Minnesota State Fair together. It’s been the one family tradition that we’ve managed to pull off for a few decades. This year, is going to be different. Not only are we down a family member due to an impending divorce, but this [...]
26
Jun 08
What to do about a dead bird
There’s an enormous pine tree across the street from Supergenius HQ. The lowest branches of the tree are about a foot and a half off the ground. Hanging by a thread, literally, from one of the bottom branches is a dead bird. It’s been there since Monday.
I am not sure how the bird got tangled [...]
15
Jun 08
On Father’s Day
I finished watching the “Meet the Press” tribute to Tim Russert 10 minutes ago and I’m still crying. They ended the show talking about how Russert felt about his father and being a father and how it was so eerily appropriate that they would be memorializing him on this Father’s Day (and though this is [...]
10
May 08
Questions I’ve been asked by my sisters today via text message
1. What color was the house in Goonies?
2. Is it led or lead as in “He led the discussion” (I had to get Peabo’s help on that one)
3. What are the names of the peppers they put in the Papa John’s pizza box?
P.S. Remember how I am totally in love with David Gates? In the [...]
14
Mar 08
Eep Op Ork Ah Ah is our reason for living
Glory be to God on high, the Tibbles slept in until 9:11 a.m. this morning. This allowed me approximately 7.5 hours of uninterrupted, glorious sleep. Praise be!
Things in the house that makes awful seem like a nice place to visit have been a lot better since Sunday or Monday, or whatever day it was [...]
9
Mar 08
Protected: Trying really hard not to throw a hissy fit
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Mar 08
One step forward, three steps back
I am not sure what is worse, the day I had or the fact that I have a Paula Abdul song stuck in my head. The emotional rollercoaster that is Supergenius HQ is exhausting me.
On a logical and rational level I know that Sister #3’s anger is not about me or caused by me. [...]
1
Mar 08
Losing it
Having a family of four come and invade my home is rougher than I ever imagined it’d be, and I thought it would be pretty bad. It doesn’t help that I’m sleep deprived, unemployed, and slated to get my period any minute.
I’m having a breakdown and crying every ten minutes whenever I think about virtually [...]
