I had an epiphany the other night and since those don't come very often, I took it as a sign that I needed to hurry up and write something down. If you have followed me for any amount of time, you are well aware by now that I operate on the belief that honesty is the best policy. I feel that I need to disclose a few more facts to you.  I'm not writing this so that you all will comment or email "oh Tara, you are great, what are you talking about?" for the love of all that is chocolate, don't…

Raising girls scares the living shit out of me.  There, I said it.  It isn’t because I am not confident in my parenting abilities; it is because I remember what it is like to be a teenage girl.  Believe it or not, it hasn’t been that long since I was one <cough, cough>.  I see my girls growing up and find myself in awe of what we (Farmer Bob and I) have created.  I may be a bit biased, but I see beautiful, smart, amazing girls.  At their ages now (10, 6, and 4) they are not so…

A little over six months ago, I started this little blogging adventure.  Partially on a whim, partially from nudging from family and friends, but mainly because I thought it would be fun to just write about whatever strikes my fancy.  I had fully intended to keep it to myself and share it with my family and a few friends.   Like many things in our lives, certain events never follow the path that we intended for them to take.  This blog is one of those things in which I am ever so grateful…

The other night I was making a mental list of all the things I needed to get done. Laundry, grocery shopping, dressers need cleaned out, windows are filthy, you all know what I mean.  Once  I started making this list, all I could think about was how hard it is to get all these things accomplished, ever. This in turn led me to think about how in the world would I get these things done if I was working. Gone for 8+ hours, 5 days a week? Damn, I'd be screwed.

Once upon a time, I…