The Missing Key

Missing Key

For five days we've searched for you.

Under couches 

and 

in the cracks between cushions.

I've pulled out the flashlight to look behind furniture.

We inspected cabinets

and

 checked under beds.

I've scoured every inch of my car.

 I've made my son look through all his dirty clothes,

turning out every pocket.

I made the same son search through his:

backpack

bed

desk

dresser

and

everywhere

in between.

 I told my son, "I'm so disappointed' and "This is so frustrating."

This son has lost things before.

And at work today,

as I rooted around in my purse for lipstick,

I found it.

The missing key.

*facepalm*

 

The Winter That Never Was

Yesterday evening, my boys were getting antsy. 

Bickering.

Bouncing off the walls. 

It was time to Get Their Energy Out.

So, we made a trip to Remy's school playground where they can shoot hoops. 

It was cold.

Just about the coldest it has been all winter. 

And the weathermen were teasing us with the possibility of snow. 

Snow. 

We haven't had a drop of ice or snow all winter. 

The boys and I did a snow dance. 

Just 1 bad weather day. 

That's all we wanted.

JUST ONE!

So we could stay home and enjoy snow. 

But, alas, it was not to be. 

And now winter is practically over.

(and to think, last winter was snowmagedon!)

My Mom is in Abu Dhabi Pissing Off Camels

Caption this photo. 

Please. 

It's begging for humor.

The Weird Sisters

 

I believe strongly in the importance of names. 

My name, Rhea, is a family name, passed down through my mother's family. 

I love the uniqueness of it... 

and the family legacy. 

The name Rhea also appears in mythological stories, 

from the Greek mother of Zeus 

to the Roman mother of Romulus and Remus. 

So, perhaps that's why I loved the opening of Eleanor Brown's novel, The Weird Sisters, 

where we learn that their professor father, 

who speaks almost primarily in Shakespearean verse, 

named them after the Bard's heroines:

Rose is named for Rosalind, 

the romantic heroine in Shakespeare's As You Like It. 

Bean is short for Bianca, 

the desirable and attractive sister in The Taming of the Shrew.

Cordy is the nickname for Cordelia, 

the youngest and favorite daughter in King Lear. 

Even the novel's title, The Weird Sisters, refers to characters in MacBeth, 

the three witches with dark and contradictory natures. 

Their "filthy" trappings and activities set an ominous tone for the play...and the book.

 And boy do their stir up some toil and trouble.

In the novel, the sisters are not close and have been reunited in their hometown 

to confront their mother's struggling with breast cancer.

The sisters must confront their inner-selves and their family relationships.

It's not a light read, but it's definitely intriguing.

 Join our discussion of The Weird Sisters on BlogHer!

This is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club but the opinions expressed are my own.

When you turn 15 in Texas

My baby turned 15 years old this week.

And in Texas, when you turn 15, you can get your learner's permit.

Holy crap, my firstborn is learning to drive!

Hollow Chair

 

I just saw this on Pinterest.

Intriguing.

What would you fill this chair with?

Things more Dangerous than Texting While Driving

Things More Dangerous than Texting While Driving

Peeling an orange.
Putting on makeup.
Clipping toe nails.
Handing snacks to children in the backseat.
Trying to reach your purse that fell on the passenger-side floor when you slammed on your brakes.
Reading a book.
Trying to take photos. 
Trying to stop your children from fighting.
Having children in the car period.



What dangerous antics have you seen others do while driving?
(Are you as obsessed with Cuties as I am?)