There are 3 people in this world that hate me. (Probably more, but 3 that I am aware of.) I don’t hate them though. I don’t think I could ever truly HATE someone in my life. There are people I can’t stand, and there are some that I strongly dislike, but there’s no one that I hate. Keep reading this post »
Do you remember where you were when you heard the Twin Towers went down? How about when John Lennon got shot? Kennedy? I wasn’t alive for Kennedy’s death but I was for Kurt Cobain’s and I remember exactly where I was when I heard. I can also tell you where I was during the OJ chase. I was still living in Columbus, OH and a bunch of my friends and I were at a club called Paradigm to celebrate my birthday, but NO ONE was paying attention to me—all eyes were on The Juice.
Epic moments like that stay with you. Keep reading this post »
It came out of nowhere but my kids are now Taylor Swift super fans. One day they didn’t know who she was and the next day they were telling me all about her “beef” with Katy Perry. Shortly after that, we had a Taylor Swift binge session watching videos like Style and Blank Space. I smiled as I watched my girls sing along, but I interrupted the party during one of her videos because she was beating the living CRAP out of her boyfriend’s car with a golf club. That’s not OK and I didn’t want my kids to file that away as go-to behavior because “Mommy, Taylor Swift did it!” Keep reading this post »
It’s May so my husband is gone. He and Bruno moved up north at the end of April to start working at camp. This is them:
We will visit a few times, but we won’t move up for good until school is out on June 12th. So for now, it’s just me and the divas in the house.
During this time, every year, I am reminded that there is more than one definition for the term Single Mom: There’s the single mom who shares custody, so while she has alone time with her kids, she also gets a break on the days that daddy gets them. “Here you go, daddy! Don’t call me unless an ambulance is involved! Later!” The other single mom is the one who has a dead-beat husband, a dead husband or a husband who is gone for long periods of time. That single mom is ON the clock.
Right now, that’s me. Keep reading this post »
I don’t remember my high school curfew, but I know I was late a lot. Sometimes I didn’t make it home until sunrise. My dad no longer lived with us and my mom didn’t have it so easy with me. It was the 80’s so it’s not like I could text her. I feel bad now for worrying my mom, but back then, I didn’t care. Unfortunately for me—she did, so I got grounded a lot. It’s OK. Usually the punishment was worth the good time. Keep reading this post »
Are your kids sick of playing School? Are they done fighting over who gets to be the dog when they play House? Are you scared for them to play Doctor? Sounds like it’s time to step up the game options so, in the spirit of Pretend Play, my 5 and 7 year old daughters and I have come up with 4 new games for your kids to play: Keep reading this post »
I read an article once that said black dogs are less likely to be adopted than dogs of other colors. That was weird to me. What’s wrong with black dogs? Some of my favorite dogs are black.
In truth though, when looking for a new dog I usually leaned towards the lighter dogs. I think it’s because I’ve always had Golden Retrievers and each one was a legend in his own right so I never thought to get anything else. We recently brought a new dog into our family though, and he’s a black dog. Keep reading this post »
Some people believe it’s a primal instinct for women to want to be pregnant. Not me. I never wanted to have kids. I mean, yes, I wanted to HAVE kids but I never felt the urge to be pregnant and the thought of giving birth terrified me. Our plan was to have one and then adopt one. I tried for a few months to get pregnant and physically there was nothing stopping me, but it wasn’t meant to be, at least for the time being. When we decided to switch our plan to adopt first, I remember the relief. We were going to build our family! And not only that, but we got to choose the sex of our child, I didn’t have to be pregnant, and I didn’t have to give birth.
Fine by me!
This is a “Guest Post” I wrote for blog called Menopausal Mother :
When I decided to do a guest post for Menopausal Mother back in July, Marcia said her first available slot would be October 15th which is today— and also her birthday.
I didn’t get Marcia a card, but if I did, this is what it would say:
I’m super happy that you’re able to get a whole blog out of the menopause thing because from where I’m standing, so far it pretty much SUCKS.
Frankie is my daughter. She is 7 years old and she is a bit of a “scammer.”
Scamming, if you’re not familiar, is a lot like lying but it’s done in a way that isn’t as obvious, or at least it’s not meant to be. Frankie scams quite a bit, so I’m sure she gets away with it here and there (law of averages) but I do catch her a lot. Sometimes I’ll blow her cover on the spot and sometimes I’ll act clueless—and then I’ll bust her later just to mess with her. Keep reading this post »