Sunday is Mother’s Day, and the people who made me a mother, commonly known around here as the Wee Frat Boys, are the subject of my guest post today over on one of my favorite blogs, Things I Can’t Say. The Wee Frat Boys are referred to as drunk zombies in that post. Because that’s what it feels…
Ever met one of your biggest heroes? I have. Even though I was scared to death of her because you never know what is going to come out of her mouth. When I first saw her coming down the hall the hotel at Type-A Con 2012, (Shameless plug: Click here for a 25% off coupon for Type-A Con 2013.)…
Today my sassy mouth, whose brain happens to constantly be scheming a trip, was on America Now discussing ways to save money on travel. What is most impressive is that I had pink eye when I went in to talk with Maureen O’Boyle, and I didn’t drop any eff bombs. Told you I have some sense. Huge thanks to…
I keep reading and rereading the Wall Street Journal‘s article about Mommy Blogger Conferences. I read all of the follow up blog posts where irate bloggers, some of whom are friends, trash the author and her snarky attitude. The overall gist of the article is that a bunch of silly women who have jumped on the…
I’m envious of people who can write eloquently and quickly after things happen like the bombings at the Boston Marathon a few days ago. It always takes me a little more time to process things like this. While I was glued to the news on Monday, I was scared that there would be more explosions.…
I’m in love with my gynecologist. OK, so maybe it’s not love, but I do want to be friends with her. So much that I look forward to seeing her every year. She has cared for me through both of my pregnancies and told me I could have c-sections if I wanted to. I did,…
I’ve been told I’m a snob. I don’t think I am one usually, but I went to Myrtle Beach earlier this week for a few days and I realized that yes, I am a snob about certain things. John and I took the Wee Frat Boys down to Myrtle for a few days to break…
I got my first bra when I was nine. I didn’t need one, and wouldn’t for another four years or so, but I was in a class with girls who were older and significantly more physically developed than I and I wanted to fit in. Family members joked with me that I just needed “two…
A few days ago, I started seeing tweets and facebook status updates from fellow bloggers saying they were going to Disney World for the Social Media Moms conference. I was jealous. And mad. I scoured my spam filters in both of my email accounts looking for my note asking me to come. Nada. I really…
Today I’m guest posting over at my friend Fawn’s blog, Instead of the Dishes , about life in the Frat House. (You may remember Fawn from her guest post here.) As soon I sent the post over to Fawn, I discovered that Frat Boy The Younger had emptied my vacuum canister all over the high-pile shag rug I’d just spent…
