Tag: Mom stuff
Coming down from the high
Nooooo!vember
The power of “we”
When my son was a toddler his obsession with trains that seemed as permanent as God suddenly ended. It was replaced by an absolute addiction to winning. Winning at games, winning at sports, at cards. He was a poor winner and a poor loser. Thinking about Jose Mourinho, those traits so often seem to go together.Read More »
Voids, large and small
Yes, I wished that some mega-awesome striker would have become available before the transfer window slammed shut and Arsene would snap him up instead of doing this, but that’s not how it played out. Truthfully, I’m not bitterly disappointed. You can’t just buy any old thing and hope it’s going to make you better. I’ve said before, I feel that we can win the Premier League with the guys we have. They just have to be clicking on all cylinders.Read More »
Here we go
I’ve had an absolutely horrendous day, but inside my backpack, printed out this morning is the equivalent of Charlie’s golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. All day, while every possible work disaster befell me I was able to rest my foot on the backpack that held this most beautiful piece of paper. I printed it out in black and white first, but then I just had to do it in color.Read More »
Wojciech Szczesny, call your Dad
Hall of shame (or defiance)
My daughter is working at the pool this summer because she wants to take a school trip to Costa Rica next spring break. We told her we’d pay half, and she needed to earnRead More »
Hairesy
It’s transfer season, one of two times of the year that football clubs are able to sell and buy players. Yesterday, Arsenal announced that they had bought former Chelsea goalkeeper Petr Cech. This did not amount to much of a surprise since the transfer Read More »
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