MOMMASAID CLASSIC: Twitter Killed My Christmas Cards
Twitter killed my Christmas cards, and I’m not sure that I care.
Deep Down I Know I Must Give Thanks
To be honest, I wouldn’t have gone to our church’s Inter-Faith Thanksgiving Prayer ceremony if my other son wasn’t singing in the choir
I'm So Queasy, So Queasy. Yeah.
There weren’t enough toilets in their house for three bouts of the stomach flu, and she was out of couches.
I'll Show You Tired, Kid.
And then, when my head hit the pillow, he proceeded to practice the piano.
God Jokes. Good Thing I Have a Sense of Humor.
Maybe I’ve learned to see the glass as half full. Or maybe, after you’ve had cancer, a morning in the ER and some antibiotics as a cure don’t seem like much of a big deal.
DIDYA MISS IT? In a Mom Blogger's Shoes
I’m reposting a popular video I made in June involving Kelly Ripa, filthy sneakers and entirely too much ice cream.
A Little Bit American Rifleman, a Little Bit Not.
I found it especially interesting, because I am neither pregnant, nor suffering from gun shot wounds.
