Category Red Sox


To answer the questions I am SURE you have. 1. It isn’t. 2. Kind of. Cause I’ll put good money on you wanting to know how the potty training is going and if I am still working out diligently. To clarify- it’s the potty training that isn’t. And the working out… well, it hasn’t comPLETEly […]

Finally Fall

Well, we’ve been back from vacation for about a week and a half, which means I’ve finally got almost all the dirty laundry done, and the suitcases have at least been brought upstairs to the bedrooms… not fully unpacked though. They seem to have somehow refilled themselves with clean clothes… not entirely sure how that […]

Let’s hear it for employment!

Tonight’s top story- I got a job! Just a couple hours every afternoon, making sure a 10-yr-old boy does his homework, gets to football practice, and then I start dinner. And then I go home and start my own dinner. I’m excited. It’s gonna be great. More funds=awesome. In other news, our basement is quickly […]

Epic Fail.

It’s a really good thing that this isn’t like a real blog, one with followers and sponsors and crap like that. Cause I’d be so fired by now. It is, however, supposed to be a great place to keep everyone caught up on the goings on in our household. Lately, however, I’ve been too preoccupied […]

Ugh. And then ugh again.

On Sunday I ran a half-marathon. Which I most definitely did not train properly for. While the race itself went better than expected, actually, the recovery has been a bit unpleasant. Thankfully by this evening almost everything has gone back to normal. My back is still bugging me a bit, but that’s nothing new. MY […]

Six Months

Babygirl is six months old today. Which, um… hello? Six months? How did that happen? We went to the pediatrician today for her 6-month checkup and everything is looking good. Chickie’s still holding at the 25th for height and the 10th for weight, so hurrah! She’s all of 13lbs.9oz. now. And a whopping 25 inches […]


After all that. Down 3-1 in the series. Losing 7-0 in the 7th of Game 5. Pushing it all the way to Game 7. Starting off the game with a homerun. We lose? To TAMPA BAY?!?!?!? Damn. Now I’m REALLY depressed. Alright then, baby. Your time is up. You need to come now. (amanda)