The Story Of The Stupidest Idea Ever
Do you see the sign on the right there? It says This trail is 6.0 miles roundtrip descending 1000 feet. Participants need to be in good physical condition and allow 6 hours for an enjoyable completion of your hike. Here are some of the things I would like to add to the bottom of the sign: Bring at least one gallon of water per person if hiking this during the summer. Don’t start drinking it until you are on your way back UP. or

You’re A Grand Ole Flag
You know what is the best feeling as a working Mom? Knowing your kids are in good hands while you’re making money to pay for their outrageously priced (but irresistable!) 4th of July skirts. FIFTEEN DOLLARS. That is what I paid for that SKIRT. The skirt ALONE. And that was on sale. It was regularly priced at like $30. Which, honestly? I would have paid that too because…are you kidding me? Red, white, and blue tutu? How coul

Knocking On Wood Violently
I have written often in the last two years about NikkiZ and her tendency to be…evil. Her blatant rule-breaking (usually while smiling her evil little smile), her yelling, her abuse, and her manipulative behavior. I first categorized it all as The Terrible Twos - until she turned three. Then many of you pointed out that three is beyond terrible. But that four? Gets much better. I remembered cursing you a

Just Doing My Part…
Okay. I’ve spent 24 hours now thinking about whether or not Mommyblogging is still a radical act. And first off? I have no problem with the word MommyBlogger. I think at times it has bothered me but lately I’ve realized that YES: I write about more than just my kids. BUT - if someone is going to NOT read me because I’m a MommyBlog? Then I don’t think I want them here anyway. So, while it may not be the way I’d describe my blog if I had more words to choose? I’m okay with it when limited to a one-word summary: MommyBlog. I think Lindsay makes ma

Permanent
I’ve never had a problem with sleep. Other than the periodic night of anticipation, I’ve never been able to relate to people who go long spans of time struggling to fall asleep. The zombie types clicking through the channels trying to find things to calm their mind. That has never been me. Since I was a little girl I’ve quieted my sleepy-time mind the same way every night: Daydreaming. That’s the best way I can describe it, anyway. Whatever is keeping my mind going, whatever has me anxious, whatever is stressing me out - I daydream it away. When I was little this often involved boys kissing me behind the school bus at recess. I would imagine these