We were finishing our fourth lap around the Farm Park and Dave said one thing. I lost my mind and then wanted
Peanut Butter Pro Bars make a horrible Swim Team Snack & Where are my Goggles: Hope is Stronger than Fear
“Mom, you are so difficult sometimes.” Kyle said after taking a very deep breath and then earnestly tried to explain why a
Here’s to the CRAZY Ones, MommyBloggers That is [wink wink]
Thank you Stacie for re-pinning this quote: Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in
Phillip Phillips wore Grey and I chose Yellow
It kills Dave that I watch shows like American Idol and Project Runway. It is not difficult, but I really try hard
Confessions of a BAD Volunteer Mom
[Be WARNED! Dave & I only feel like I am scratching the surface of these issues. I have SO much more to
Owning who we are & speaking up (with a little victory)!
Can we make a difference? Does it matter if we speak up? Will people reject me for owning who I am;
Nocturnal Us & Our Salt Lake City, Utah Adventures
Dave is lying beside me. He helped me with my computer needs and I think he is playing Solitaire. He is. I
I think Governor Herbert needs to VETO Utah’s Sex Education Bill HB363, and here is why:
Seriously, Utah? Seriously? Earlier this week I saw something on Facebook about a petition to stop a new law (HB363) that would
I broke my arm in Mexican the saga continues: What’s your problem, Lady?
“Look what I found—four white horses, and I figured there are four of us … if we ever found the Lady. Hello,
I broke my arm in Mexico (or at least I think I did)
Ok. . . So . . . In the last few weeks I broke my arm (or I think I broke my
Missing in Action
I broke my arm while I was in Mexico. and, I am back!
Why do you Blog? Or read Blogs?
Sitting here in sunny San Jose Del Cabo, Mexico has me thinking. I keep thinking about why I started blogging more
Mexico with a little Bill Bryson
The Lost Continent. By Bill Bryson “If you could write like Bill Bryson, you would be really successful.” Dave said to me
Buenas tardes!
Hola from sunny and slightly cooler Mexico. I apologize for my short hiatus. Last week I was packing and now we are
Stevens Johnson Syndrome Family Recovery: Tell Me How to Cry. Please.
It appears that I have lost the ability to cry. No. Really I have. Once in a while I can muster up
Sex, Drugs & Bullies: Middle School is Keeping Me on my Toes
Kyle and Eli were each doing their homework. I was sitting next to them. Somehow our conversation led us here: Me: