Let's face It
I have 235 friends on facebook, 175 of which I’d never invite inside my house or actually want to see in person. It starts simply enough, you get a friend suggestion: OK. I accept. And if you friend just one friend from high school, in two weeks, you’ll be friends with a majority of your graduating class. These friends multiply like teen acne. I have a terrible memory for faces so I can get flummoxed with friend requests. I’ll put someone into context by searching the friend list of the person making the request. However, if I’m having to narrow down a friend by using six degrees of separation, I'm kinda thinking we're not really that close

wine and cheese market
I was a little worried that my date with Mr. Secret Service would be compromised because of my tell-all journal confessionals. In fact, I thought he'd already read everything in my blog leaving him at an unfair advantage. In addition, the man is skilled in the art of interrogation and is excellent at keeping much to himself. I figured I was screwed. I was pleasantly surprised when he told me he hadn't read most of the blog. He did add that I might want to rethink posting my inner most thoughts online in such a permanent way. Hmmm...However, I am glad that he's still in the same position that I am in

a little clarification
Helping set boundaries for Gavin and reprimanding him if necessary is not a task that I believe is reserved for me alone. Everybody in his life can help claim some of the responsibility. Together, we can teach him right and wrong and punish him accordingly.Coincidentally, I just read an article about a school secretary that restrained a student by duct-taping his mouth shut and tying his hands together. That is not at all what I was talking about. That is beyond discipline. That is abuse. If I found out anyone did that to my child, I would probably have to be restrained myself.

More on Discipline
Discipline: Not eating the entire bowl of Halloween candy requires it, going to yoga class when you really want to go home necessitates it, and writing something meaningful every day demands it.I struggle with discipline all the time, which makes sense that I struggle disciplining my kid. I do it. I have to, otherwise he'd be kicking in his bedroom door and wearing three day old underwear to school. I do it, but I don't like it. I don't like yelling at him during dinner and being all Patton about what he eats. I'd much rather have a quiet meal, in which Gavin actually sits at the table, uses a fork and discusses his day. In

Fall Cleaning
I have a girlfriend that forces herself to remove one piece of clothing for every new item she buys. That is some awesome discipline. I sometimes wish I could do that with people. For every new friend I make, I get rid of an old one that's bringing me down.Kevin died and left me... things like stuff, memories, questions, people, money and best of all, my beautiful boy. Some of it good, some of it bad. When I pitched his crap (VHS tapes of every episode of Cheers, cassettes, pins, papers, presentations, awards, a bunch of ties, etc,) it struck me as sad that objects he deemed important enough to haul around with him for years would simply be thrown away. I di