Who Forgets Natural…?
/ May 3, 2010 0 COMMENTS

So here I am with children.  No experience, just beating the clock before it beats me.  I, or rather my doctor, drew the line at four.  I would have argued had it not been for his carefully chosen words of caution, “four C-sections are enough…” As a good Catholic girl I had always wanted six,…

Barbie Is The New Cute…
/ April 30, 2010 0 COMMENTS

As I was preparing to key in my code and program the speed I may want to achieve the next time I darkened the Y doors, I heard someone say, loudly enough to be heard above the clunking of feet on the treadmills behind us, “Well aren’t you cute.  Would you look at Barbie here!” I looked…

Exchange Of Information…
/ April 29, 2010 0 COMMENTS

My guide this particular afternoon was a personal trainer.  Instinctively I knew we had something in common, my body!  I know a lot about it and he wanted to know a lot about it.  The machines and their thirst for information were calling to us and we started the circuit.  I had been scheduled 30…

Let’s Go To The Y.M.C.A.
/ April 28, 2010 0 COMMENTS

As I would never fall into any of the above-mentioned categories, well, perhaps the gross ones at some point in my life, I bristle if anyone uses the C adjective about me.  Having said that, I have been called cute a time or two, and survived, but no-one makes the mistake of using the word…

Slides are Clips are Slippers…
/ April 27, 2010 0 COMMENTS

Now that I am a mother and a homeschooling one at that, I have to keep up appearances.  I know I am intelligent and well educated (private boarding school educated for that matter, and for those of you who don’t know, in England the privileged go to boarding schools to be learned not punished).  I…

Dig a Hole…
/ April 26, 2010 0 COMMENTS

Molly’s tumor grew.  After a year she could hardly open her mouth.  Yawning looked painful and her meow had been reduced to a whispered, growly purr.  For months I fed her soft food which she shoved into her mouth with her front paws.  The kitchen floor bore Friskies tracks because she lost the ability to…

Gaping Holes and Massive Dents
/ April 23, 2010 0 COMMENTS

Then he died.   Moby passed while he was still at the top of his game.  He didn’t get old and crotchety, he got kidney stones.  Our wallets groaned at our futile efforts to save him and when he expired, just two years after we’d adopted him, he left a gaping hole in our lives,…

Moby, the Great White…
/ April 22, 2010 0 COMMENTS

Molly’s disappearance into my son’s bedroom was to become the biggest hissy fit in McNeny history.   It coincided with the arrival of a white bundle of fur, just six weeks old.  We named him, Moby, the great white cat.  He was irresistible to all but one, the presiding ruler of the house, Molly.  Aged six…

Black Cats are…
/ April 21, 2010 0 COMMENTS

Her black coat, when caught in the sunlight, revealed brown stripes which smacked of molasses.  Because she had the unfortunate distinction of being born a cat, and a cat with a singular mind at that, she had to have at least two names;  her formal name was Molasses; her human family called her, Molly.  She…

Without an Ounce of Sense…
/ April 20, 2010 0 COMMENTS

So we rescued a dog one Christmas; our youngest son, who was five, had just broken his leg, his uncle was living with us, he’d  left his wife and lost his job (the uncle not my son…just in case you were wondering) his father (my son’s not his uncle’s) had lost his job too, and his sister…