I’m not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night, I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life. There’s one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell […]Read More Where Does Your Help Come From?
You always hear people talking about what items they would grab from their home if there was ever a fire. With only minutes to get out of your house losing everything you own, what would you save? I’ve pondered this question numerous times over the years and assuming the family was all safe, I figured […]Read More A Fire, the Dog and a Basket of Junk Mail
Encore Week continues! My kids favorite post…. they think the existence of the sock jail is hilarious and somewhat embarrassing…. But hey it’s practical and I reassure them that “everyone” has one. In our house we lose socks, but not in pairs. We only lose one sock from each pair at a time. I’ve given […]Read More The Sock Jail
I never, ever have an umbrella when I need it. I mean EVER. I live in Florida where it rains nearly every day and I’m never prepared. I’m always fussing at myself for this lack of preparation, knowing that’s totally against my personal code of conduct. It’s an outright abomination. So, a few weeks back […]Read More But It’s My Favorite Umbrella….
You know those times when your house is eerily quiet and you sense someone somewhere is up to no good? Well I had one of those occasions 8 years ago and I have the green goo stain in the carpet to prove it. One Sunday afternoon we were all enjoying a relaxing respite from the […]Read More The Great Green Goo is No More!
My case of the “fat, dumb and uglies” was heading into remission but it wasn’t in any hurry to pack up and move on. I’d gone to great lengths to assist, buying new lipstick and dressing for car line pick up like I was meeting the president. But this had been a severe outbreak and […]Read More There’s Hope in a Good Hair Day
Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my […]Read More I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…
As parents of players on a sports team, there are certain obligations you are expected to meet. Concession stand, ticket sales, fundraising… you know the drill. One particular Friday night, my hubby and I were confined to a small 5ft square space selling tickets to the school football game. Once we got past the pressure […]Read More Ask…
You know those days when you have everything planned out perfectly? Your list is long, but you’ve got it all thought out. You know very well this means you’re going to be multitasking most of the day but you’re skilled and adept at stirring a pot of soup with one hand and solving the world’s […]Read More I Forgot But He Didn’t
I really had no idea that little boys could come up with so many ways to make our lives more …ahem… interesting. And once the elementary school principal had me on speed dial, I started catching on. On one particular day, my phone rang. As soon as I heard the voice on the other end […]Read More When You Have to Go