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I don't speak Chinese. Not one little bit. I enjoy our local Chinese restaurant immensely, but that hasn't helped with language acqu...

I am writing to confess that I have not always fully appreciated you. For every time I called the newspaper office to complain, every time ...

I got this email from a friend today: "Just a note to let you know starting tomorrow I won't have internet until further notice (ab...

(The following is a dramatization. Names, toys, or situations may have been changed to protect the attention-deficit levels of mothers, or ...

In follow-up to yesterday's Grail Code post , I just have to add this: Anne-with-an-e may not have seen any of the Indiana Jones movies,...

Here's an idea: When you find water dripping into the basement, and you trace it to the cupboard under the kitchen sink, which is full o...

I was just looking for something at Amazon, and found this on the front page: Click to Vote for Your Favorite Dad: Homer Simpson Atticus Fin...

You know how dads can be. They introduce your sweet, darling, feminine little girls to Daddy Humor. And from that time on, your life as a m...

Ramona does her four-year-old best to grasp, internalize and practice all of the usual safety rules. The actual consequences of each indisc...

This morning, I was doing dishes and listening to Casting Crowns. I may have had the volume up a tad high. Maybe. I don't really think s...

In need of a good laugh? Try The Dialectizer . With one click, my entire blog was redone in "Elmer Fudd" and I can enjoy posts li...

[Disclaimer: This is filed under "humor." Please don't really think that I'm offended by the word tests. Most of you are ...

A long time ago (or perhaps a few days or weeks ... I'm a bit fuzzy on the whole time thing lately) I promised Jennifer that I would ge...

While reading The Winged Watchman  aloud the other day, Ramona suddenly stopped me and said, "What's a bumpoofle-dee-dee?" I...

You know, he warned me. He said, "Umm, Karen, let's not do a dry run on the Halloween candy this year." Meaning: "Don...

Ramona: His name is Mr. Snugglekins. Betsy: No, it's not. It's Pooh. Ramona: It's Mr. Snugglekins! Betsy: He is Pooh Bear! Ramo...

When lights-out time is imminent, we 40-somethings rarely jump up and down on the bed speculating as to whether Cinderella is dead or alive....

the use of the word "mean." Not in the sense of a midway position, or something halfway between two other things. No, I mean ...

After blogging (and blogging and blogging ....) about how insanely wonderful and educational our read-aloud time is because it's packed ...