Someone’s gonna get hurt around here. I can’t take it anymore. And neither can my husband. Our kids have completely taken over our marital bed.No matter what we do, they always manage to find their way back. We have bribed them with candy, money, unsupervised playdates and stock options.We have threatened them with no tv,…
10 Ways to Avoid Writing Your Book
1. Sweep every concrete surface within a five mile radius of your home. 2. “Accidentally” slam your right pointer finger (essential for keyboard functioning) in the car door. 3. Ask your mother for some child-rearing advice. 4. Watch The View. 5. Plant a garden and watch it grow. Literally. 6. Blog 7. Excersise (Now you…
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It’s more than just a number.For me, it’s part of the scenic route towards some awesome, unknown destination. It’s being able to wear a bathing suit, despite your bodily imperfections, at a kid’s birthday party, because playing in the pool with your children is more important than looking like a centerfold in a bikini. It’s…
Knobby Knees and Polish Sausage
Ever since I was born a girl, summer has always been a stressful time of year for me. Mainly, because, it is generally frowned upon if you go swimming in tummy tightening jeans and loose fitting, empire waisted tops. Swimsuits are the main fashion staple, especially if you live in beautiful, always-freakin sunny Southern California…
Give Me a @#$!
So I may or may not have mentioned that I am “coaching” cheer during our summer school session at my place of employment. I may or may not have mentioned that I used to cheer in high school and coach pop warner, a local organization that breeds tiny athletes and even tinier cheerleaders. I may…
We’re All In This Together
Our family went to Sunday mass yesterday (our little attempt at purging ourselves of sin and making sure our Catholic Guilt stays within a certain range. j/k Big G!), and usually, while the priest is giving potentially life-saving and sage advice, I am thinking about equally important things, like that fantastic dress I saw on…
Hell to the No
So with my school’s senior graduation happening this past Tuesday, I found myself a bit nostalgic and reminiscing about my own exit from high school and subsequent college years. And I came to a conclusion. I was a total idiot. Just because someone handed me a piece of paper that stated that I had completed…