Goodbye Blogger!

I did like this blog, but I couldn't take Blogger screwing up on me anymore. Even though it took forever to get it set up, I've finally done it and moved myself over to Wordpress. So here's my new space:

www.sideaction.wordpress.com.

Might even get a special URL for it, but let's take one thing at a time, shall we? See you over there, lovelies!

A must have!

I want the whole collection, even if they look suspiciously like the Pantone mugs.

A flower-arranger I am not

But I did my best.

This is part of a bouquet of flowers my husband gave me for our 13th wedding anniversary. It's just over two weeks later and they're still here. I was about to throw them out, but I noticed many of them are still thriving, so I put fresh water in the vase, cut the stems, and rearranged the ones that still look good.

How long will they last? No guarantees from this girl, who once managed to kill a cactus. Tune in next time!

Open Letter to a Salesman

Dear Guy at My Front Door Holding a Clipboard:


 Yes, I saw you come up the walk, but no matter how many times you ring the bell and knock, I'm still not answering because I don't feel like talking to you.


I know you heard me call upstairs to my kids, but that was because I forgot I was pretending I'm not here.

House Rules #1

Many moms say that the bathroom is the only place they can get any privacy, or any peace. I can't say that I used the bathroom as my refuge from the world/family when my kids were little, but I have had strict rules about bothering me in the bathroom. Even if I had a screaming newborn or crying toddler, when I was in the bathroom - too bad for you. I never let my kids in the bathroom when I was in there, and I never let them talk to me through the door while I was in there. I still don't.

Besides, who wants to have a conversation with someone while they're having gross bodily functions? Sick. So the rule stands. If mom is in the bathroom, don't talk to me, don't stand at the door, don't even push notes under the door. I won't respond. It's my time.

Digging out

Between deadlines at work, big changes at my other job, doing my taxes as a self-employed contractor, trying to keep my kids in some kind of routine, and trying to figure out goddamn Wordpress, I'm failing as a blogger.

However, my intentions are pure and I fully intend to keep up once I get through this latest hump. There's so much to look forward to, including a 3-concert extravaganza this spring, and lots of hiking plans for the summer (I'm hitting the Grouse Grind for the first time!)

Don't go away. You won't be sorry.

In Blogging Limbo

Blogger sucks and I'm not loving the template limitations I have on Wordpress without paying, so I'm not sure how long this is going to take. Rest assured (because I know you're worried, right?) that everything will be up and running soon enough and I'll be back to regular posting.