Once again, I've compiled a list of things that have enlightened me lately.  Included this week is the realization that "Mother of the Year" is totally overrated anyway.  Click over to my…

If we truly expect our kids to learn about good sportsmanship, then we need to act like adults, not like idiots on the sidelines.  Click over to my blog to read the story that prompted this post:

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Leave it to Goatdog to steal Cheerios right out of a poor, unsuspecting toddler's hand!  I swear he's gonna run us right outta the neighborhood!  Click over to my blog for the latest of his shenanigans:


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Do you ever wanna just walk away from your kids in public and act like you don't know who the hell they are?  No?  Surely that's not just me.  Call me Mommy Dearest if you will, but when my kids have a brain fart and act like complete Neanderthals who've never heard of manners, I sometimes think it would be easier to point and stare and pretend like I'm disgusted by the horrible excuse…

If you've been reading my blog for a while now, you know that I am not a big fan of the morning.  There's just entirely too much talking, not enough following of directions, and a whole lot of driving Mama effing C-R-A-Z-Y goin' on up in here.  I often find myself wishing I could crawl back in bed and start all over again.  The only salvation I can hope for is…

When it comes to parenting, there's definitely not a clear-cut right or wrong way.  Every family has its own way of doing things that works best for them.  Now I know that I am certainly not the poster mom for parenthood, but compared to some of the shady characters that I've run into lately, I'd say that I'm doing pretty alright.

I'm sure that most of you…

I'm gonna go out on a limb here & say that most of us are not big fans of public restrooms.  There's the whole ick factor of a peed- upon seat or a toilet bowl full of skid marks, and there's also the embarrassment that goes along with doing your business in the presence of others.  Sometimes you get the little old lady playing a symphony of…

To set the record straight, I have never actually been in a fight. In fact, the first black eye I ever had was when I had my skin cancer surgery a couple of weeks ago. However, something unexpected comes over me when I play Wii tennis, and my inner meathead comes out in full force. I get sweaty, I get lippy, and I get downright ready to rumble.

My son,…