A Little Chaos Theory

Sometimes I wonder if I make things more difficult for myself than they should be. I tend to internalize things – wondering if only I worked harder on this or had a little better foresight about that or been a little less impulsive about the other thing then maybe something different would have happened [...]

When I mention our family, I’m usually referring to Scott, Breydon, Jude, Roegen, and myself. I may throw in the cats (Socrates, Mickey Socks, and Independence). Sometimes I’ll mention the dogs (Captain Feathersword and Jojo’s Circus a.k.a. Captain and Jojo). I’ll give honorable mention to Gack, Toby, Uh Oh Cow, Dodo, and [...]

The plague is back. This time it’s of the respiratory variety, but it’s the plague nonetheless. All three of the boys and I are feeling like our lungs are being pulled out through our belly buttons. Scott has escaped so far - I’m hoping he manages to avoid it this time around.
I’m [...]

I’ve been thinking a lot about autism since the day the bottom dropped out of my world a few weeks ago. I even had a blog entry sort of outlined in my mind when the plague hit, and since then things have been so crazy that I haven’t had time to do much of [...]

What does a sick husband, a vomiting toddler, snowy/icy mountain interstate, and playing dodgeball with a porcupine l have in common? None of those items are things a sane woman wants to deal with. Of course, as we know I’m insane so the first three items are things I’ve been coping with recently.
We left home [...]

Following up to a blog entry like the last one I posted is difficult. On the one hand being too serious would be a downer and it’s not the direction I want to take this blog. On the other hand I don’t want to dismiss the seriousness of what I wrote and sound [...]

This is not going to be a well-written blog entry, but I have to get this out.
I don’t post a lot about Breydon’s autism. That hasn’t been deliberate, but to me that diagnosis doesn’t usually mean a lot. Sure, he has some quirks, like being able to name every single president, when that [...]

My attitude toward snoring depends on the person who is doing the snoring (or why). If Scott is the guilty party, I usually elbow him in the ribs until he rolls over unless, of course, he’s been working many hard hours and I feel sorry for him, in which case I’ll go sleep on [...]