This type of “round-up” post isn’t a new premise – this “other places I’ve been” thing – and I don’t profess to have invented it. You’ve eaten toast before, right? I bet you’ve even told people about all the great toast you’ve eaten. BUT YOU DIDN’T INVENT IT. (Or maybe you did. I sometimes assume things about people. I’m working on that.) The Bloggess writes one of my favourite roundups here.
I haven’t written a blog post at highlyirritable since my traumatic live view of Wild Kingdom a few weeks ago, because I’ve been busy doing some original word organization about feelings and stuff in other places.
I had an article published in Canadian Family magazine in their May edition, and I will link to it when it’s available online. You should probably just go and buy the magazine, because, yeah, it’s that good. Also, thank you to the lovely folks at Canadian Family for the gig. My own Canadian family now remembers what red meat tastes like.
iVillage.ca was also kind (and daring) enough to have me aboard this month. I write here about feminism and motherhood, and why my kids are not allowed to shingle the roof.
I was also thrilled to guest at The Mouthy Housewives in their advice column. I guess they figured that since I clearly have so many problems myself I would have several stock solutions in hand. Here’s hoping!
I had quite a rage-filled weekend with a piece of small lawn machinery that hates me, but I calmed the stormy waters by partaking in the relaxation offered by a bottle of wine and some self grooming. Here’s some tweets about it.
If these don’t prove I have some issues with self-governance, I should tell you that it was also my son’s 8th birthday this week and I bought him a full size drum set.
I think I used the word “also” like a hundred times in this post. You’d think that someone who claims to love words so much would have some better words, but the thesaurus is all the way over there and I just sat down. I’m tired, okay? My lawnmower slapped me in the throat three times and I CUT MY OWN HAIR. And you know what? I’m not even spell checking this.
If you’re telling me I’m crazy, please – talk louder, AS I CANNOT HEAR YOU OVER THIS BASS DRUM.
You bought your son …. a drum set. Were you running out of things to complain about?
If you need any advice on building a soundproofed room, I can give you a few pointers. We can focus on sound quality within the room (for the sake of the drummer and potential future recording purposes) or on preventing sound going in/coming out of the room (for the sake of you and the neighbours).
Hello! It’s Anne from @littleredhens! I am so excited to read your blog and articles! You are one of my twitter favorites. Best to you!
Thank you, Anne! It’s nice to “see” you here.
Yo mama!
You have totally lost your mind. And, maybe not in a good way.
Middle son is a drummer. Several years have passed with the husband throwing out ‘Drum Set’ as a gift for our budding musician. For years I have vetoed the idea. And I continue to do so. I love my son and hope he does well in life. However, in order for him to reach adulthood he has to live that long. If there were a full DS anywhere near me, I would be visiting a cemetery on a daily basis. And mourning the loss of husband AND middle son.
Good luck!! Love you mean it! Kisses!!