So I was grabbing a meal from a fav restaurant last week when I noticed something odd. Well odd to me. A father and son were having lunch and the kid was back and forth from the play area. (What I like to call the germ pit). But that’s not the odd part. It was… Continue reading DIY Man Tanks (Wife Beater)
Why Don’t I Own a Skillet? It occurred to me today that I might not be a real southern wife/mom. I was screwing around on Pinterest and saving pins of comfort foods when I realized, I don’t even own a cast iron skillet! WTH? How can I claim to be southern born and bred and… Continue reading Why Don’t I Own a Skillet? Am I Even Southern?
The world is ending y’all. I swear it. The signs are everywhere. I mean think about it. Floods, fires, locusts and that’s just in MY neighborhood. Watch the news for 5 minutes and you’re thinking, “is this real or is this the new season of Fear the Walking Dead?” By the way I can’t wait… Continue reading The End is Near Y’all!
So we just moved Thing 1 back to college this weekend. It was a great summer having him home but we knew he had to go back. It’s like a puppy that’s just getting to adulthood and he’s cute, potty trained and done chewing the shoes, now it’s time to be the big dog. Not… Continue reading Back To College: Behind the Scenes
Dear Dentist, You lied. All those years you’ve asked me if I flossed while having both your hands and dental tools shoved in my mouth. When I answered yes, you accused me of not being truthful, turns out you weren’t truthful. I’m so disappointed. While reading the news this week, I read that researchers have determined… Continue reading Open Letter to the Dentist and My Dad
Everyone has something they are fighting. So be kind always. Good advice right? But does that mean we need to excuse rude and bullish behavior? Nope. Don’t get me wrong, I know when people are sick, troubled, going through a divorce etc. that they may lash out at friends and family. We need to be… Continue reading Be Kind Always. Except Sometimes.
Ah, the first child. How wonderful he will be. Nothing can change how you feel after giving birth to that first child. Until the second one comes along like a wrecking ball. Oh that second child. Studies show that birth order affects your child’s personality. They say (those really smart psychiatric people) the second child… Continue reading My Favorite Child is The Dog