If You Disagree With Me, You're Wrong

In 2009 my overall illnesses finally forced me to stop working. While I only made a fraction of the money that Uncle Walter brings in, the loss of that income was fairly devastating. As a way to make up the difference, Uncle Walter has taken up selling stuff on eBay. Because of that, our house is ch

You know, a lot of people believe that ADD or ADHD aren't real. That they're the result of bad parenting. Or it's just normal, active kids with lazy parents who want to dope them up so that they don't have to be bothered. Or that teachers want to sedate the kids so that they'll sit quietly at their

So, someone I know directed me to a website to view some of her photos. myYearbook is apparently a social networking site of some sort -- or, rather a bit of an "I'm desperate and need to find someone to screw with NOW." I suppose I can understand that to some degree. I mean, people do get lonely. B

When The Girl and The Boy were both infants, we had a family bed, with both kids sleeping with us until they were each about 20 months old. Because they are 24 months apart that meant that, while we always had a child sharing our bed and room, The Girl graduated to her own space before The Boy came

I am not a neat person. I'm really not. I have an end table on my side of the bed that is always filled with random shit. Right now it's got 3 large Webkinz (a monkey, a bunny and a parakeet), a pot holder, a fraction of a bottle of cranberry juice, a mostly empty cup of Diet Dr. Pepper from Chick-F

I spend a lot of time in doctor's offices, and thus have spent a lot of time reading magazines (although I generally do try to have a book handy). Every now and then a magazine or article will catch my eye. As a new mom, I came across a local monthly, Washington Parent, touting itself as "The Truste