Although my boys really think that they get along worse than any other pair of brothers on the planet, they definitely don’t fight as much as other brothers do. (We’re very lucky!) Now and then they get under each other’s skin enough to attempt to strangle each other, but most scuffles are not of the physical nature and instead involve insults or one-upping. Sometimes it’s funny, though. Remember the time when they used Photoshop to get on each other’s nerves? Refresh your memory here. We had another memorable “argument” around here this past week. The older one has been steadfast in his refusal to accept his younger brother’s friend request…
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Navigating the Bar
Even though I only have a basic understanding of html coding*, I like tinkering with the look and functionality of the Scrawl now and then, as you probably know. I mentioned recently that I was in the mood to declutter a bit and also asked for help writing a Blog Bio (THANKS!), which you can now find in my left sidebar along with a link to yesterday’s post that includes all of the other suggestions. In my recent travels through my Google Reader, I found a post by NYC Girl over at Discovering Me (Thanks, NYC Girl!) which included this link to a page which gives step-by-step instructions on adding…
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Let Me Introduce Myself…
Are you new here? Welcome! I recently made a request of my regular readers and they really came through for me. I asked for help with a bio for Suburban Scrawl, so that new folks popping in could get a feel for what I’m about in a reasonable amount of time, without having to plow through a bunch of posts. I got some really excellent and sweet responses..here is what they came up with: *blush* Kat, who is my German twin sister, from In Your Face Suckers:I’d have to say (and you can quote me on that) that you’re the funnest bloglady on the web, with a love for dogs,…
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Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Saying goodbye to Kate and her family was super tough, especially since Bean started saying goodbye to me on Monday evening. (I had arrived at their house on Saturday and wasn’t due to leave there until Wednesday evening!) Bean summoned me to her room–though her mom–so I could say goodnight to her up there. I walked into her mostly dark room and knelt down next to her bed. She said, “Melisa, I have something to tell you. I wanted my mom to tell you, but I am going to tell you myself, okay?” Wow, that sounded important. I said, “Sure! Go ahead; I’m listening.” She pulled the sheet up over…
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Show Me Your Adorable Face (or something like that)
I just walked in the door of my OWN HOME for the first time since January 3rd and though I want to post about my goodbyes to Bean and Squeaks, I have noticed that it is Delurking Day 2010. Where has the time gone? It seems like it was only yesterday when I posted on Delurking Day 2009! You know what to do, right? It’s time to out yourself as a reader of this here blog. Well, do it if you feel comfortable; I’m not holding a gun to your head or anything but it’s nice to be able to get a sense of who is reading the Scrawl in…
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Note To @Zoeyjane: I’ve Finally Made It!
There is always much ado about Mommy Bloggers and their propensity to discuss the details of every bowel movement belonging to or coming out of their children. As the mother of two teen boys, I have never dabbled in discussing the topic of poop because they were teens when I started blogging and…frankly, YUCK. Also, might I state the obvious by saying that not only do my boys never discuss their bathroom habits with me, but I don’t want to know AND wouldn’t share that with the internet public. And then, the other day, I found out that by having teen boys who–probably–do poop (everyone does, you know) and are…
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Dinner With A Five Year Old
I took Bean to dinner at Red Robin last night, and although I had an extremely awesome list of interview questions for her to answer while we ate, the freestyle conversation was, as you might expect, way better. First of all, I have to tell you that Bean brought a weighted clip to Red Robin, so that when she got balloons from the hostess they wouldn’t make their way up to the ceiling, out of our reach. Is that preparation, or what??? We asked for her balloons on the way to the table (she wanted one for herself and one for her baby brother), promptly ordered our hamburgers and fries,…
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Life With A Five-Year-Old
It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed the extended company of a five-year-old; to be exact, it’s been just about ten years (the younger boy turns fifteen next month!). I always enjoyed my kids at five, because they were such little people by that point. They were smart, they were talkative, and they were funny. I only arrived at Kate and Scott’s yesterday, but Bean has had me LOLing and ROFLing and LMAOing many times already. I asked Kate what time they are up in the morning usually, with Bean and the new baby, who has yet to get a nickname in real life (as far as I know) and…
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My Date With Drew (and Miss Pettigrew, and Miss Congeniality, and Jamal Malik, and Kristin Chenoweth, and Bridget Jones, and Kenny Shopsin)
One of the many really fantastic things about my sister is her ability to enjoy a vast amount of different genres when it comes to music, as well as movies. She has introduced me (and the family) to many audio and visual experiences we never would have discovered on our own. I was looking forward to watching a bunch of movies on this Tennessee trip, especially since Mom isn’t getting around much yet. We haven’t been able to do anything BESIDES watching tv and movies really, besides cooking meals and cleaning up after ourselves. So far, the movies I’ve seen in their entirety include: Miss Pettigrew Lives For a DayMiss…
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How Are Those Fitness Resolutions Coming?
Did you make a broad fitness resolution at the stroke of midnight on January 1st? You know, something like “I’m going to join the gym and really use it this time” or “I’m going to be skinny in three months”. Okay, here’s some straight talk. Pull up a chair. Wait, never mind: you’re likely to be sitting already, being at the computer and all. Fitness resolutions? Bah. If you’re going to make a commitment to “get fit”, the odds are pretty good that you will fail unless you make it specific. It’s not good enough to say, “I’m going to get fit this year”, unless your personality is such that…