Ugh. I am so sick and tired of people and their popular shit to be upset about on the Internet. Like really. As many of you know, Halloween was just … Continue reading Repeat After Me: It’s OK If People Want To Do Christmas Early
I haven’t had much time to write for the last few months. I’ve written, just not on my blog. Still, I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I checked … Continue reading From Now On, I’ll Do Me
Well. Where to begin? I am now (apparently) a petty thief. That is if you ask the manager at the La Quinta Inn and Suites a few towns away from where … Continue reading So I’m Now (Apparently) A Petty Thief
There’s been a refreshing and, simultaneously, not-so-refreshing trend this last week or two on the Internet, and that is that people have stopped talking about the demise of American society … Continue reading Let’s Just All Simmer The Frick Down
And even then, it nearly killed me. I don’t mean that it was dangerous or wracked with mishap that could have severed my head or anything. I mean I hated … Continue reading I Did One DIY Project For Easter. One. Not Twelve. Not Twenty. Just One.
Opinions are like assholes. Everybody’s got one. I’ve said many versions of that over the course of the years writing on this blog. And in life, in general. It’s probably … Continue reading I Am – At My Core – A Sanctimommy.
This is a lesson I continue to learn, still, after all these years. I used to think I knew everything about being a parent. I was wrong. While I went … Continue reading I Used To Think I Knew Everything About Being A Parent. I Was Wrong.
I’m likely going to lose some friends over this, and if so that’s unfortunate. The great thing about friendships is the ability to agree to disagree. So let’s hope we … Continue reading Stop Hooking Up Your Children Before They Are Old Enough To Date
I always hear older people – like older, older; not me older, which I am clearly becoming – say that they have earned the right to complain. “I pay my … Continue reading I Have Earned the Right To Complain
I don’t. I don’t want to hear your pregnancy complaints. I don’t want to hear about how you vomited six times because you smelled pineapple, which you used to love. … Continue reading Let Me Tell You Just How Much I Want To Hear Your Pregnancy Complaints
Today was the last day of tennis camp. I did not send treat bags for all the kids. I did not bake cookies shaped and decorated as tennis balls. … Continue reading Well, I Guess I’m Not the Cool Mom Anymore
Today is my birthday. I am, at my core, a Tax Baby. I’m not just saying that I was born on American Tax Day; I’m saying I’m high maintenance. Kidding. … Continue reading Today I Am 33. Or 133, Who’s Counting?