One Degree of Separation
I don’t know where my head is right now. As you may or may not know, my husband’s dart buddy actually won the million dollars from the Tournament of Ten Millionaire show I posted about yesterday.  Of course, we are happy for him.  He is a good person. I don’t actually know him, but my husband does although he hasn’t seen him in a while.  One degree of separation, you might say.  It is so wonderful when good things happen to good people.  Honestly, everyone on that show seemed like good, hard working, helpful and honest people that you can’t help but feel happy about any of them winning a million dollars. The fact that it was s

Who Wants To Know A Millionaire? I Do!
I don’t know if you have been watching the special Tournament of Ten edition of the Who Wants To Be A Millionaire these past few weeks.  If you have, then you know that as of right now, the leader is Sam Murray of Philadelphia.Sam use to bartend at the pub where my friends and I played Quizzo every week and he and my husband use to be on the same dart team.  He is obviously very smart, but also very nice. Only one more person stands between him and a million bucks.  Tomorrow is the last show when we will find out. For the past week, we’ve been rushing home and watching the videos on Y

A Penny For Your Thoughts, A Quarter For Your Soul
Before I put my soul on the line and open the new philosophy section (which is coming, I promise as I can’t back down now), I have a challenge for you. I wrote the below post back in September but never hit that PUBLISH button.  It was a personal blog entry I just needed to write. Several weeks later I went to that motivational seminar and felt a new inspiration to put “out there” the stories and thoughts I have been working on for several years.  The new section is something I need to do.  I need to put this part of me out there in order to feel that I am trying at the very least.

"R" Is For Risk
The first week after I had Piper was completely consumed with how to care for her.  It was basically a whirlwind of task after task after task I had to master.  How to breast feed her, change her diaper, dress her appropriately, bathe her, lay her down so she didn’t die of SIDS, not to mention clipping those ridiculously teeny tiny nails. Every moment was wrought with OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod, how do I care for this child!? Finally, I was able to relax and have some confidence in my skills as a first time mother.  And when I say I was able to relax, what I really mean is that for all of three seconds, I had a moment of peace. Because it only took

You Get What You Get
This morning Piper wanted her hair in a ponytail, but all I could find was her black hair tie (and not the pink, orange, blue or purple one she wanted). After a minute of searching, I told her the black one would have to do because we were running late. She pouted a little and then said, “You get what you get and you don’t get upset.” My husband and I exchanged a look over her head. “Who taught you that, Piper?” “My teacher.” “What do you think it means?” “It means if you get a sticker and it’s not the one you wanted, you can’t complain.” “Oh, I see.