There was a time when my mind was as sharp as a newborn’s first tooth. My mind could rattle off phone numbers, names, dates, and birthdays, both human and canine. My mind was especially popular at parties; I was always a first round pick for trivial pursuit. Then Sun-Bun arrived and somewhere between her reflux and apparent sleep allergy (my personal diagnosis) something happened to my mind – it wasn’t as sharp as pre-pregnancy. I figured my mind, much like (...Read More)
About TinaTina lives in Phoenix, the Valley of the Sun(burn). She is mother to daughter “Sun-Bun”, b.2007 and son “Pookie”, b.2009 and Blue, the saddest bulldog in the world. She is married to a quirky man from Trinidad, which Tina is pretty sure is Spanish for “land of sexy dancers.” During the day Tina works in wireless telecommunications, spreading cell phone signals to all corners of the country - including your car (but please don’t text and drive). Tina suffers from parenting esteem issues which she attempts to mask with sarcasm and wine. She strongly believes that if Virginia Woolf had been a mother she would have penned, “A Bathroom of One’s Own.” She is also convinced that Nature may well be a mother, but the destructive forces of gravity could only have come from a man. When she is not aimlessly wandering the grocery store aisles, digging BPA-free sippy cups out of the back of her minivan or patrolling her home for scorpions, Tina can be also be found at Three In the Bed.
We are in the dog days of summer and I have done my very best to avoid the inevitable fact that I am going to need to wear a swimsuit or find a good reason to spend summer in the Arctic (where I can visit my distant cousin, the beluga). It has become impossible to continue hanging out around the barbecue in my cover-up, swearing “I’ll be right in” but then finding every reason in the world to refill everyone’s (...Read More)
Space shuttle launches are cool and all, but can we get just a few of those NASA scientists looking into creating fat burning ice cream?
In Arizona, like much of the Southwest, summer time is hot. Not hot like “oh wow, it’s really warm today,” we are talking blazing hot. Surface of the sun hot. Forget frying an egg on the sidewalk hot, think more like egg evaporating before it hits the ground hot. When Sun-Bun and Pookie were babies and before I returned to work, I would escape the brutal surface-of-the-sun-hot months by retreating to my parent’s home in Canada, where I gladly swapped (...Read More)