I raised a daughter with minimal issues. When my first son was born, and then my second three years later – I quickly realized just how clueless I was to deal with puberty in adolescent boys. This is for the rest of the clueless moms out there. [read more]
I’m ranting big time today. This is just a crappy week all rolled into one. TMT has no money for gas to get back and forth to work so he’s going to have to bum [read more]
I was trolling the internet last night looking for advice on how to break into the writer market. I’ve always loved to write stories, ever since I was a child, or take a real life [read more]
Her Bad Mother recently posted about abortion and that set the stage for my own thoughts to wander back to “that day” as I call it. I decided to open up, a bit more than [read more]
An update as to how the Mom Is On Strike campaign is going. I think they are getting the hint. [read more]
Sometimes, in order to get your kids’ attention and get your point across, you need to clear out everything and go on strike. This mom is on strike! [read more]
Yesterday I posted under The Teacher From Hell about what happened to Jonathan at school on Monday. Well, today we had a meeting with Ms. Todd (Assistant Principal), Mr. Thompson (Guidance Counselor), and Dr. Woodard [read more]
I honestly cannot tell you how truly honored I am to have received a direct email from Prince Harry himself. [read more]
Things were eerily quiet as I sat there, with my daughter’s cell phone in my hand, watching text messages come in from friends. She is so loved, she has so many friends, it just breaks [read more]
If you walked into my home this evening you would have heard the following: “Oh yeah. Right there. Oh that feels good.” “Don’t stop! More!” “Oh yeah. Oh my gosh that feels soooo good.” “I [read more]
I’m busy updating the labels for my posts and putting them into categories. Wish that Blogger had an easier way to do it besides going back through each individual post…sigh…but it is what it is. [read more]
You came into my life like a breath of fresh air. I was scared when I learned you were growing inside me; afraid that I wouldn’t be able to take care of you, love you, [read more]
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