Life With Boys

The mis-adventures of two crazy boys and their bleary eyed parents.


The tube is out!

The tube came out last night at about 10 ish. It’s the best Christmas present ever! I’m supposed to have some tests this morning and then maybe we’ll try some clear liquids (yeah more rubber jello and Popsicles!) You’d think with a diet like this I’d be losing weight like crazy, but no — no such luck.

So in the meantime I’ve been cruising around eBay looking for Black Doc Marten Mary Janes (yes, I’m still wearing the same pair I bought as a Freshman in college, the same pair I wore for graduation despite my Mom’s ardent disapproval). I’m also poking around for stained glass village houses. Mom had started a collection for me, but they are hard to find and well, she’s not exactly looking anymore. You can find a ton of churches and lighthouses (which I have) but other pieces are much harder to come by, especially if you’re as cheap as I am. It’s all about the hunt anyway.

Matt will tell you we have too much holiday stuff, but too damn bad. I have not exceeded my allotted storage space so there! We have an eclectic mix of stuff — the theme of our tree seems to be things that fly (airplanes, birds, Santa) and the regular village pieces I kept of Mom’s have the same theory (weather station, air traffic control tower). I also have a second tree (that obviously didn’t get up this year) for just snowmen. I don’t know why I love snowmen, I just do. I think my Mom started the collection for me, and you know how things just have a tendency to grow.

Anyway — should address the rest of my holiday cards. If you don’t get one in the next weekish it’s because I don’t have your snail mail address. So if you want to rectify the situation you know where to find me.



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I started this site so my mom could get news about her grandkids without me having to walk her through the process of trying to open and email attachment several times a week.  Since then she has passed away and I’ve fallen off the blog wagon, but I’m inspired to pick it up again now.

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