This is going to be a shorter post today. My beach condo has spotty wifi and too many margaritas from the tiki bar results in terrible writing mistakes. But I know you all wait for my blog updates with baited beer breath each week. So here goes. Thing 1 had to head back home for… Continue reading Margaritas, Sharks and Crappy WiFi. This is Vacation Week!
Doing laundry is my all time favorite thing in the whole wide world! Said no mom of a family of all boys ever. I would rather eat a fried rat and a side of snails. Seriously. To you moms of little babies and toddlers, just wait. The clothes piles get bigger and sweatier and weirder… Continue reading Screw You Laundry!
Crap. It’s fall already? But it’s still in the 90s here! I can’t enjoy a pumpkin spice latte until the temp is below 70. I’m not even done with my Wal-Mart bucket-o-margarita mix. But I am looking forward to whipping up some hot apple cider with a splash of rum. If you’re not sitting on… Continue reading It’s Fall and I Need an Apple Cider with Rum Please!
(By the way, the kids in the picture are not mine. They are way to adorable to be mine.) His name is Titus Ashby. He started shooting hoops at age 2. He’s awesome. You may have seen his videos on YouTube where his parents pimp him out to the world. He’s a basketball hoop shooting prodigy. He can shoot his… Continue reading Why Aren’t My Kids Prodigies?
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)
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