Do you have a kid (or kids) who are still too little to read?
Do you find yourself bored and annoyed with explaining the same things over and over again?
If you answered YES to both of the above questions, I have something for you to try: Keep reading this post »
I know I haven’t written anything in forever but I have a question that I have to ask and also, it’s not my fault. I have zero time. I know everyone says that, but I really mean it. I am a flat-out crazy person with a husband who is living Up North, two kids up my ass, I’m trying to get ready for our move up to camp, and I have a job. It is crazy.
I’m not one-upping you. You can one up me if you want, I don’t care. Keep reading this post »
It seems that whenever I voice a concern about my kids, there is almost always someone who feels the need to weigh in with the following response:
“Oh, just wait. That is NOTHING… Just wait until she hits (fill in whatever age their kid is), because that’s way worse!”
ARGH!!!!! I hate that. Keep reading this post »
One night, many years ago, the mom of an old boyfriend told me that she hated the off-white pants her husband was wearing. I often looked to her for advice on various subjects so I figured I‘d seize the opportunity. I wanted to know: What do you do if your husband wears something that you REALLY don’t like? I mean, I know we’re supposed to love and accept them for who they are, but come on…we have to BE with them, right?
So, what do you do? Keep reading this post »
My dad used to be a divorce lawyer and he would always say this to me:
“Love is grand, divorce is one hundred grand. Choose wisely.”
Choosing a mate is not the same as choosing a friend. Different needs can be spread out onto different friends. If you read my last entry “The Friend Philosophy,” you know I don’t believe in expecting one friend to fulfull all of my needs. I also don’t believe in holding my husband responsible for fulfilling all of my needs, but he needs to fill a crap-load of them because the last time I checked, he’s the only one I’m allowed to have.
So, if your partner, your spouse, is supposed to be your best, best, best friend…the bar should be really high when you’re giving out the final rose, right? Right. If the bar is high and you don’t settle, your chances of landing the ”right” person are better and your chances of staying together are too.
But how do we know who that “right” person is?
We know by dating a whole bunch of the wrong ones. Keep reading this post »
Raise your hand if you remember that Chris Brown beat the CRAP out of Rihanna back in 2009.
Me too!
But I think The Grammy’s forgot.
I was kind of shocked to see Chris Brown on stage at the 54th Annual Grammy Awards singing and dancing like he wasn’t the guy who shoved Rihanna’s head into the passenger window of a car before using her face as a punching bag.
LOSER. Keep reading this post »
Dear Husband,
I had lunch with my mom today and I mentioned that you gave up part of a football game last night to watch a movie with me. The girls were asleep and we don’t get to hang out as much as we used to at night, but I was still kind of surprised because it was a big game: The winning team from last night’s game will be playing in the Super Bowl. Even I considered watching the game instead of watching George Clooney (but only for a few seconds because then I remembered that it’s George Clooney and I am a female who breathes air). Keep reading this post »
If you look in your backyard, you’ll probably see big, thick wires that are horizontally connected to poles. I have no idea what they are called; I think they‘re called “electrical wires.” Anyway, some years ago I was delivering food for Meals On Wheels in downtown Detroit with a bunch of my friends and we were assigned to some very sketchy neighborhoods. There is one house in particular that sticks out in my mind. I remember that I could plainly see a pit bull in the back yard, running back and forth…on a tether…that was tied to an electrical wire.
So I called 911. Keep reading this post »
My husband and I have a 4-1/2 year-old daughter who was adopted from China when she was 11 months old. We call her “Sweet Pea.” Most children adopted from China have experienced the loss of their birthmothers and suffered from physical abandonment, multiple caretakers and varying degrees of deprivation and/or neglect. Before the adoption was finalized, we did our due diligence. Our research included a great deal of information on “attachment.”
As you may know, a securely attached person is someone who is confident with a strong sense of self worth. They’re empathetic beings with the ability to engage in healthy relationships. Conversely, the most unattached people are people without empathy, a conscience and/or people who are unable to relate to others except as objects who exist to meet their needs. In other words, they are violent psychopaths.
Uh, no thanks.
I don’t need some violent psychopath for a kid. I got enough problems. Keep reading this post »
It’s very rare for someone to tell you to your face how they truly feel about you. It’s rare because it’s not an easy thing to do. Somebody once told me to my face that I’m “mean.” I was rather stunned because usually those kinds of things are reserved for behind-the-back lashing and also, I didn’t agree with her. Keep reading this post »
A mom to one adopted kid, one bio kid and a stubby-tail Golden Retriever serves up a little bit of everything. Everything except food.
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