Category Archives: A Tree Fell On my House

He doesn’t think I know what he’s done. He totally thinks he got away with it. He doesn’t realize I’m just too tired to fight about it. Although it’s possible he counted on wearing me down. Charlie Case gets to … Continue reading →

It’s raining. I really do not enjoy rain. What I want to do is moan and complain and roll around on the floor whining. But I’m not going to. Because we have concrete footings for the new version of the … Continue reading →

I have hope again that I might, just maybe get to live in my actual house instead of the rent house. If we do move back in, I may never sell it. It’s been pre-disastered. What else could possibly go … Continue reading →

Monkey Boy is hiding things. Again. My stomach hurts. A few years ago, he was at a daycare that was not a particularly good fit. He was totally stressed out, but didn’t know how to communicate that to us. He … Continue reading →

Last week was a bad week. We realized we weren’t going to be back in our house by Christmas. For a person who hates the holiday season, this was much more unsettling news that you might imagine. I overheard Baby … Continue reading →

The first time I met our former builder, I noticed he had a Republican bumper sticker on his truck. I was not pleased. I told Baby Daddy he left some important bits out of the builder selection packet. He told … Continue reading →

Four months after a tree fell on our house, beginning the kind of saga Shakespeare could turn into a really good play, Baby Daddy and I decided to get away for the weekend. We have been tired, frustrated and completely … Continue reading →

This was not a particularly good week at our house. It’s been the hottest week in recorded history in Little Rock. I hate the heat. A lot. I ate some bad sushi. Did you know that when you get food … Continue reading →

IKEA and I had a brief, torrid affair. Now it’s over. I am sad. It all started with a love seat. The best part of the couch: the price $399. How fabulous is that?! I was in sofa lust. It … Continue reading →

Outlined against a blue, gray October sky the Four Horsemen rode again. In dramatic lore they are known as famine, pestilence, destruction and death. These are only aliases…. ~Grantland Rice, a sportswriter for the New York Herald-Tribune after Notre Dame’s … Continue reading →