I’m a woman who blogs. I’m a Mommy blogger. It’s not a secret that I write details about my family’s life and feelings on the Internet. After the first half a dozen “I found your blog” phone calls, it no longer phases me when I get those calls. Once your children find your blog, there’s […]
Tommy says: “Who is going to do the dishes when I’m away at college?” My children like to remind me that they are the only children who have to do chores and get no allowance. I used to think they were exaggerating. After a million sleepovers, I’ve found that there is a lot of truth […]
I wish I had some more of those cookies. They were yummy.
Doug’s sister was in marching band. She got her hair cut above the neck, wore military shoes and a hat with a big poof on top. Sarah twirls flags around, in front of and mixed in with the marching band. She wears liquid eyeliner, false eyelashes and no underwear. Soldiers and showgirls. One looks like […]
“You like Evan better than you like me.” Since Evan decided that the rocking chair is his personal tv viewing spot, Amy has suddenly become interested in it. I turned on a cartoon and Amy raced to the previously ignored chair. As soon as he realized a cartoon was on, Evan went to the chair. […]
I’ve read about BlogHer for years and tried to attend for the same amount of time. This year, BlogHer is taking the show on the road for eight separate one-day events. Scroll down the list and you’ll see . . . Nashville! Even though I think EAST Tennessee is the blog capitol of the world, […]
Take a three minute break and watch this video. You might need to turn up the speakers to catch everything. Or, you can just spend a day at my house. Thanks BusyBody Joan!
I don’t expect a medal for giving birth, but I do deserve a medal for sitting through an hour of this.
I know you have a lot to celebrate. Your life is good. Because it is such a good life, you have lots of choices. You can hire a limousine, take a taxi, have a “personal assistant” drive you, ask your family for a ride, bum a ride with one of your many friends or call […]
“I have to be at school in two hours for a band performance. I need to wear my shirt that’s in the dirty laundry.” Start washer, shuffle plans and turn usual chaos up twenty degrees.