I Might as Well Start Dating Again.
Yesterday, was just not one of my best days. It wasn’t fun. Maybe it was some kind of holiday blues. Last night I went out to dinner with the kids and my babies daddy. Which was very nice but because I was stuffed, there was none of the normal Saturday night, taco bell or frosted flake excitement here [...]

My First Blogger’s Block
Here I am, just two days until the end of NaBloPoMo, struggling with my first bout of blogger’s block.  I have started this particular post no less than six times. I am highly distractable and every time I have a great idea my dog starts sprinting through the living room. Because she was born 100% deaf, I [...]

A Tribute
Last night I was up until the wee hours of the morning working on today’s post. I remember being especially careful to save it. As a matter of fact I remember reading the words “Draft Saved at 3:23:44am” and then saving it one more time. I didn’t publish right away because I was unsure how to start the post. I had several paragraphs to choose from, all about me. I believe it was divine intervention that deleted that post (but not a single one of the pictures) sometime between 3:30am and now. Someone stepped in this morning to remind me today’s post is not about me. Today’s post is a tribute to the life of my good friend

Happy Thanksgiving
 Today is the one day a year when our only responsibility is to be thankful for the things we do have. This is a reminder to everyone who struggles to get through the holidays. Remember, to appreciate that you have so many people who want to spend this special holiday with you and your family, instead of verbally assaulting your husband, in front of  the kids, for 40 miles of bumper to bumper traffic, even though there probably wouldn’t have been any traffic on the way to your mother’s house. Remember, today, to embrace peoples differences and not to judge. Appreciate your right to remove your children from the room, before the unveiling of y

I’m a Survivor
For the full effect of this post, imagine it being  told in a hurried, terrified whisper. Kind of like in the Blair Witch Project, but instead of the streaming snot, imagine traces of blue magic marker mustache, not so washable right after a chemical peel.     I’ve almost made it. It’s been two days. Right now I’m sitting in the dark typing as gently as I can, hoping that the pets don’t decide to come out of their hiding spot in the closet just now (also hoping that the cats came out long enough in the middle of th