Role Models, Heros and Idols

When I was writing yesterday's post I was trying to convey with words an aspect of my ten-year-old daughter's character. After doing some thinking I realized that her complete inattention to popular culture (Miley Cyrus/Jonas Brothers/Hannah Montana, etc.) in particular is more telling to me about what she values than simply what she prefers. There…

My Girl

As I watch my beautiful daughter begin to mature I am amazed at who she is becoming far more than what she is. I used to look her over in fascination of her long, slender body and fair complexion. She has an unusually long neck which gives her a very feminine quality. Her eyebrows are…

Poop

Poop. He has been daring me to write "poop" in my blog. Although this is not the direction I want this blog to go in, I feel obligated to grant my son's wishes whenever I can. And with a request as simple as poop, who could deny? So my love, this one's for you. The…

Night Night Post (try to follow along…)

Today's post yields nothing particularly entertaining, deep or philosophical. No rants, no opinions. God knows even on a good day I can't seem to crank out anything with humorous merit, as much as the seriously disturbing funny shit that runs through my head would give me the blogging prowess of someone who actually has a…

BFFs

I love my BFFs. Yes, love them something special. They are wonderful. They are brilliant. They have soul. They have wit. They share my spirit. Girlfriends, you rock my world. Thank you for everything you have added to my life. I am me because of you.

Complain Campaign

Today I caught myself saying the most ridiculous thing. This post is my repentence. I said that I was tired of going to the community pool and that I hoped it would rain. Yes, I was hoping for an excuse to be homebound. Because my life has been so hectic lately I am dog-tired and…

Sweet Home (Alabama)

As I listen to my son and daughter play out the elaborate storyline behind this morning's version of the Littlest Pet Shop series, I laugh, and think to myself why it's better that I am not usually the mommy who gets on the floor and "plays" with my kids. Because my imagination couldn't hold a…