Two Opposing Views Inside My Own Head
Someone recently made a comment about how much I do and I immediately responded how I always do when someone says that. “Oh, but I don’t do a lot too. Like clean my house. Or cook meals that require more than 4 minutes prep time. Or bathe.” I like to be funny, but I honestly believe that as long as I’m still finding time to watch my favorite TV shows,... Read More
If There Are More Of You Who Do This I Know For Sure This World Is My Kind Of Place
My most recent embarrassing moment: My husband laughing with a stranger over my tendency to pose my kids in front of ugly objects when I’m taking their pictures. I got so much positive feedback from yesterday’s post that it simply reminds me that for every ONE jerkface online there are probably FIFTY kind souls, who just don’t ever comment. Maybe that should... Read More
The Anti-Normal.
My Mom is Weird It’s funny, many of you who were kind enough to comment here on my birthday, apologized for never commenting. As I work my way through my comments I’ve reassured all of you: I NEVER COMMENT EITHER. When I write on my blog, my standards of content are quite low because – well – it’s my blog. I don’t mind just Blah Blah Blahing... Read More
The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
I was invited to a Pedicure Night Fundraiser by a fellow boot camper last night. My first instinct – as with anyone with social anxieties – was NO! But, I like this woman, and it was so cool she invited everyone at boot camp. 2 years ago? I would have gone with NO! but last night? I said YES! I ended up having childcare issues and could only pop in and drop off my donation,... Read More
Insert Sleep-Deprived Title HERE
Sunday night Wes woke up with another leg cramp before Nikki had even gone to bed. She and I gave him a banana and I brought him (and her, she wasn’t going to miss out on the fun.) into our bed and I rubbed his leg off and on trying to ease his pain. After an hour or two of no sleep I decided to give him a warm bath. When I got severe leg cramps as a child, my Dad would... Read More
