Shoot Me Now

I was the type that would never step on an ant.  I still won’t.  I rescue any critter that flies or crawls in to my house, and attempt to save neighborhood animals I find in need.  As a child, fishing with my parents always led to me whining, “Ohhhhhh… poor fishie!”  And rescue...

First of all, I miss everyone!  School, BAH.  I have no time at night to get things done, much less enjoy my favorite blogs.  I’m hoping this long weekend will let me indulge.  I can’t wait to see what you are writing about! Speaking of indulgence, I was blessed to have some bea...

For some, saying the F-Word means nothing more than saying, “Darn!” “Dang” or “Holy Cow!”  What the EFF!?  Holy EFF!  I’m EFFING hungry!  What they EFF are you DOING HERE!?  As a matter of fact, some of my very favorite bloggers use the word on a regular basis.  For the...

While packing up the car this weekend, I noticed a little feedback had been left on my back windshield regarding my parenting skills: Funny thing about feedback?  Sometimes the person giving it thinks twice and decides to soften the blow just a tiny bit.  This was apparently the case,...

Video fails.  How is it that people have a camera at the ready when something is about to go seriously wrong?  Crotch hits, trampoline falls and cats slamming in to walls.  What is the secret to shooting these so effortlessly? Now.  Imagine my anguish when I found myself behind a mo...

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The difference between boys and girls is that my sons never would have gotten this reminder from a teacher: Oh wait, that says FACTS.  Never mind....

Leaving the parking garage, I could not help but laugh.  And of course stop to take a picture! ...

It might have been the roof rats that came by our house last week.  Or perhaps it was my new pasta recipe.  Or a shampoo just recently purchased? Either way, things are bad over here.  Very... Very… VERY BAD.  I’m afraid we have been…. ZOMBIFIED. If you want to zombie...

Before you judge, hear me out. Eighteen years ago, I was pregnant with my first child and my mother’s first grandchild.  At the same time, my mother began her personal battle against breast cancer. When I was eight months along, she had one of her breasts removed.  The first words ...

Have you ever felt vulnerable, unsafe or sickened by the actions of another?  Sadly, I faced just that yesterday afternoon, leading to not only disbelief but to seething anger as well.  Where do I start? After work, I picked up my daughter and was on my way home when we stopped at a l...

This weekend reminded me of my many blessings.  My heart belongs to the sea, indeed.  ...