Blog to Book to Goodbye
I'm thinking about hanging up the ol' blog. Actually deleting it. Now that my kids are older I feel less like I have ownership of the things that are happening to them. I don't want to compromise any of that and though this has never been a blog 100% about the kids, I find my life heading in other directions.I'd like to put forth some more posting on the hobby/cooking blog. Do things that will be helpful or useful to people without annoying my family. And I still like getting products for review...I AM the target demographic, so I think I have useful things to say.Blogging hasn't jumped the shark, but for me,

This One Might Be Worse Than Swearing
So, last night hubby is downstairs working on a cleaning project, had the radio on and "Single Ladies", which he hates, comes on.He yelps in annoyance and runs over to snap the radio off.Sammie, in a sign of solidarity, says, "Yeah, that song sucks".Hubby says, "Well, we don't really need to say it like that".Then Emersyn pipes up, "Yeah, you're supposed to say it SUCKS BALLS".OMG, kill me now.

I Guess Hell Can Freeze Over After All
There are some scenarios, prior to being a parent, that you don't anticipate happening with your own kids.For example, there was a time I realized that there would never be a need to teach my children how to operate a rotary dial telephone. Obviously, because of technological advances, you see

Slumber Party at the Meth Lab
I'm faced with a parenting issue I never thought in a million years I'd face. Ever. Never ever.My 2nd grade daughter came home with a birthday slumber party invitation. This is not unusual, she's been to a few of those in the last year with her friends turning 7 and 8 years old. So, she got home from school one day, excit

NyQuil Costs Less Than Real Drugs
Was talking with a college friend about how STUPID, and I mean really really stupid, we were about our health.Now, those four years were the sickest four years I've been in my life. The lack of sleep, possible imbibing of drugs and alcohol, and stress....well, that's like the Perfect Storm, folks. I felt like I was in the health center all the time, but really, I only went when I could barely afford the cheap service afforded me there.The rest of the time, I sucked down the NyQuil. It was a 3 block hoof to the nearest drug store from campus. A sniffle, a cough, a wheeze...bring on the NyQuil. I preferred the red stuff but that nasty blackish green would do in a