As the youngest of six, I probably got away with a lot more than my older siblings. But there was one thing that I did that never failed to call down the wrath of Dad... SQUEAL. Scream, shriek, squawk, yowl… whatever you like to call it. The high pitched emissions of a young, … Continue reading Forgive me Father, For I Have Squealed
Gone are the days when kicking up my heels and flashing my "smile" are appropriate as good ol' Fat Tuesday rolls around. I actually have never celebrated Mardi Gras, at least that I can remember. Maybe once... or perhaps that was Cinco De Mayo... not sure. Anyway... I digress. Regardless, there is literally zero possibility … Continue reading Toddler Fat Tuesday
Sleepless nights spent together, a comfort despite the ache of a weary mind and heart. No matter how alone I felt, you were always there for me, And now that my babes are grown-no more baby beds being used, You are far more to me than an easy chair. You are where I struggled to … Continue reading Not So Easy Chair
So, there's this odd way that I take the mundane and make it more empowering as inspired by my niece's reaction to her last delivery. Read all about it here. So in honor of FridayFrivolity's theme for dog memes and the Westminster Dog Show 2017, I created my own dog meme for the linkup. If … Continue reading Pooch Empowerment
I cannot really call myself a "dog" person. I know. For a lot of ya'll that pretty much makes me inhuman. However, with two small ones and a very large yard, for the first time last summer I found myself thinking that a dog might be nice to have around for protection, extra alertness of … Continue reading Dog goneit
Now this is a love story. There’s lots of good ones out there, but I really liked this blogger’s perspective on it! Check out her other posts while you’re there.
Oh Love! I love love! Love love love! But I’m talking about real love. Not, buy me flowers and chocolates love. Not sex on the kitchen table love. Not, let’s pretend Valentines day doesn’t exist love. But true love. Fearless love. The kind of love that knows all, sees all, and keeps on lovin’. More specifically, I’m talking about puking out my nose and peeing out my ass love.
That’s the stuff!
It was only last month I thought I was dying. Not really, but sort of. My stomach hurt. Then it REALLY hurt. And I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. And, being the pain-in-the-ass that I am (those are Steven’s words, not mine), I thought I could just wait it out. Take some Pepto and go on with my life. I’ve found that, medically, if you ignore whatever it is long enough, it will go away… or become tremendously worse…
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Okay, let's start off with, I am not a " Lush". Despite the title of this post, I have yet to partake in this adventure, I just ponder it on a daily basis. I've liked wine for awhile, but had taken a hiatus from it for some time. Having recently come to my senses and … Continue reading 5 Reasons Why Drinking Wine While Momming Might Make Me A Better Mom