When I was in 8th grade, I -- try to contain yourselves -- tried out for cheerleading. In our school, this was a rather humiliating process -- one where you had to perform in front of the entire school and then get voted to be on the squad. I ended up just edging out the [...]
Some days, I'm a good mom. I'm excellent, actually. Even though I feel like I'm walking through mud and the last thing I want to do is have a "teachable moment" with the children, I somehow rally and become this Gandhi-esque creature who I barely recognize. It's freaky, really. Like standing outside yourself and expecting [...]
by Tammy Soong
June 30, 2013
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So I'm home from camping. Yesterday, when my friend hadn't heard from me, she emailed to make sure I hadn't crawled into a hole or gotten trapped under a porta potty. Sadly, she wasn't too far off (from the hole part). I've been in full-on meltdown mode: exhausted, killer headaches, vertigo. Stuff that makes you [...]
by Tammy Soong
June 16, 2013
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Vacation,
Worst Mom Randomness
Today, while everyone was writing sentimental posts and acrostic poems about dads, I was hoping to baby Jebus that my husband wouldn't remember it was Father's Day. Not that he really would've remembered. Tenzin and I are sort of famous for not making a big deal out of holidays anyway. Truth be told, I wasn't [...]
So today, Jasper fell out of the car. Just to be clear, Jasper isn't our kid -- he's our one-year-old Lab/Finnish Lapphund. And we weren't going very fast. Fortunately, we were driving back from a walk in the woods on a small, paved service road. Jasper likes to stick his head out the window like [...]
Last night, Elfie and I went camping at Lake Tahoe with her 3rd grade class. It's an end-of-the-year tradition, and even though I wasn't that jazzed about the idea of going up without my husband, I did because she really wanted to take me, not Dad. I don't mean to be a wimp, but honestly, [...]
So yesterday, we bought a tent trailer. This came after weeks of being Craig's List newbies and doing a piss-poor job of getting in touch with people, going out to see trailers that sucked, and not being able to get enough money on a Sunday to actually buy something. Honestly, I think one of the [...]
Here's a not-widely-known fact: I was born in Oklahoma City. Now you can all go hack into one of the random accounts I safeguarded with that drop-down question... I only lived in the great state of Oklahoma for two years, and I really don't recall much -- shadowy memories of walking out of a bedroom [...]
by Tammy Soong
May 14, 2013
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So Mother's Day is over, and all I can say is, thank the gods. I know most moms look forward to Mother's Day. Probably because they're normal and well-adjusted people who are totally chill about spending a nice Sunday with family, getting an over-priced piece of jewelry designed by Jane Seymour, and maybe going out [...]
Today is Jasper Adoption Day. One year ago, we brought home our little 10-pound puppy. Now he's a whopping 70+ (frankly not sure of the exact amount because I hurt my back trying to weigh him the last time). I love having a dog. And I wouldn't exchange Jasper for any other one, even though [...]
Tammy Soong is a writer, wife, and mom from Reno, Nevada. She takes an absurd amount of pain medication, but not enough to have actually named her children "Newt" and "Elfie." She spends most days stressing out over clutter, writing stuff for this place, and working on podcasts with her gal pals, the Blogging Betties.