I'm guest-blogging for my dear friend, Dana - join me at The Dana Files in remembering September 11, 2001 - The Names. Read more →

[Part I...Part II...the story continues] One of the reasons my husband says he married me - besides the fact that my father probably begged him to, no doubt - is that I make him laugh, no...matter...what...and - after 18 years and raising four kids, together - there HAVE been plenty of whats between us. "WHAT - the hell do you mean, you're pregnant - AGAIN!?!?" Trust me! "Well, at least we're happy and our kids won't be fighting over our money!" Of course, I'm kidding - sort of. "Oh...my...doG...you're WHAT!?!?" When I told Garth (not his real name) that we... Read more →

[...Part I, and the story continues] Seriously, I thought I was going to puke - and my husband looked much worse, by the way - but, I continued to tell Garth (not his real name) about the teenage delinquent (because you're right, no one is good enough) and how he had the nerve to hit on my 13-year-old daughter, our baby girl, right in front of me, her mother...HELLO...I'm standing right next to her...you stupid teenage boy...and with a hicky on his neck THIS BIG! "Hiya doin'?" Poor Thing One, she jumped and nearly spit her gum out onto the... Read more →

When our oldest daughter was born, my husband and I thought we were ready for anything, and everything, there was to know about raising girls and - though, I still don't understand how it can be almost 14 years, already - today, I can say that I am truly certain of only one thing. [cracks knuckles and striking a defensive pose] That if her father ever does decide to allow her to date, before her 21st birthday, Thing One is lucky! "Please, please, please...Momma...you can NOT tell Daddy!" Here's the thing - being raised in a very strict household and... Read more →

Thing One - eighth grade should NOT look this good. Thing Two - stylin' in sixth; oh and btw, when did your legs get so gosh-darned LONG!?! Mini-me - happy she's a grader, "FINE-A-WEE!" The boy - third in line and yes, they ARE different! Happy first day of school, sweeties - Doofus and I miss you, already - if anyone needs me, I'll be upstairs...asleep. [hosted by: 5 Minutes for Mom] Read more →