We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Party
I don’t have a lot of time for today’s post, but you can bet I’m not about to ruin my NaBloPoMo streak now.  No siree. So I thought I’d fill you in on Cassidy’s birthday party status. We did indeed pull the switcheroo. And left a note on the door apologizing for the inconvenience should anybody happened to have shown up. There is no indication that anybody did though. Not that Cassidy noticed. She was too busy eating her fill of pizza. And Cold Stone ice cream. She had gifts to open. And friends to harass

Surf On Over
It’s Saturday again…which means it’s time for me to provide you with some hassle free web surfing.  Buckle up. Have you seen this?  He’s one lucky dad if you ask me. Psst.  Thanksgiving is less than a week away.  You hosting?  Looking to serve something other than pumpkin pie for dessert?  I may be a simpleton.  But this Pumpkin-Maple Bread Pudding sounds heavenly. I’m hosting.  Want to see the

Como se Dice “Stinky People?”
We’re a multilingual household. Betcha didn’t know that about us, did ya? Don’t be too impressed though; our second language is made up. I’m wondering if every family has a language of their own.  Like we do. I guess it’s not so much a language of our own, considering that we’ve basically just cut and paste English words to form our own phrases. We have the “rich person stool” for example.  The rich person stool is nothing more than a stool placed in our master bedroom closet.  It’s been dubbed the ‘rich person’ one because it is my belief that rich people do not have to stand up and b

RSVP Etiquette
Do you have a second?  I need your opinion on something. Okay, so, last Thursday every single child in Cassidy’s class received an invitation to her birthday party.  I chose not to tell Cassidy about the party, not because it was to be a surprise, but because: a) I didn’t want to hear about it (from her) for the next nine days and b) because I was a little nervous that nobody would come. On the invitation I asked that parents RSVP by the 19th so that I could gather enough supplies for each child in attendance.  Fair request right? I think so too. Anyway, nobody has called. That’s not entirely true actually.

Making The Grade
Each and every year I run into a dilemma in trying to decide what to give the teacher for Christmas.  Or teachers, as the case may be.  It’s a predicament.  Because I honestly don’t know enough about each one personally to be able to give something that is unique to her tastes.  And then, of course, there’s the cost factor.  Between teachers, aides, therapists, etc., at one point we were buying for six educators.  Six educators who played important roles in the lives of our children mind you.  Skimping them felt wrong, but I couldn’t afford six knock-their-socks-off kinda gifts.  You see my dilemma? I thought I’d be proactive this yea