I Am Number One: Crazy Cady Sister Introductions
I‘m number one. Numero Uno. The First of Ten. The test subject whom my parents practiced on until they felt comfortable enough to try again.
I‘m number one. Numero Uno. The First of Ten. The test subject whom my parents practiced on until they felt comfortable enough to try again.
I suppose I could give golfing it a try, since obviously this is a sign. Perhaps I have a hidden talent in Golf? Perhaps I have been hiding my golfing talent under a bushel, and it should be brought out and shared with everyone. Continue reading
This week is the last week of school for my son. Now I must embark on the task of finding activities that will keep my children busy while still maintaining my personal sanity. As I fretted over my own children and what to do with them, I thought back to my childhood summers growing … Continue reading
I am not a gardener. Not by any stretch of anyone’s imagination. But I can think of one particular flower I have always been proud of: The zinnia I planted in class and brought home for mother’s day when I was about seven years old. I look back at this picture of me after having … Continue reading
#10 found her rebellious side in Hawaii! Continue reading
Yes indeed, sometimes our shoes were tricky and very elusive. After the whole family had hunter for a while, frequently a poster would appear, prominently displayed, featuring some of Dad’s professional art work. Then the hunt was on. Fifty cents – not a lot of money by today’s standards, but that would buy a … Continue reading
I was recently on a birthday trip to Hawaii my husband had arranged for me and a few girlfriends. It’s okay to swoon, ladies. I think of how kind he is, and I swoon a little, too. He had no idea the weather was going to be as HORRIBLE as it was. It’s the thought … Continue reading
It’s official! We got our first royalty payment for our Monte’s Misfits books! Granted, our first book was only published for a couple of days in August, but money is money, right? Just keepin’ it real, yo! Plus, it was split four ways! There’s a story behind this card though. Our father grew up … Continue reading
I grew up in a home of Mystery Game writers. From the time I was in Middle School, I tested the crazy parties Dad wrote and Mom tried to reign in and edit. Sometimes I played with my friends, sometimes I hung out with a bunch of “old” people and filled in one of the … Continue reading
The words, “Pumpkin Soup” are wrought with meaning in our family. For myself, I imagine a ginormous sunken pumpkin filled with soup – the only part of which I was willing to eat being the black olives. Nevertheless, in my bowl was plopped a liquidy slosh of soup, onions, ground beef, peppers, black olives, and … Continue reading
My high school freshman came to me the other night asking for help for homecoming week. They were having a “Pacific Northwest” day, and she desperately needed a flannel to wear the next day. DESPERATELY. The clock told me that the mall was closed, and my impatience with her lack of planning told me that … Continue reading
I am sick. I want to curl up on our slightly scratchy couch wrapped in a homemade quilt sipping Apple Cider, Top Ramen, and orange juice and watch The Price is Right. If I was nauseous, add some saltines and a loaf pan. That was my childhood sickness ritual. Nothing fancy. Nothing flashy. There was not … Continue reading