I’m usually not very politically opinionated.

Bwahahahahah!

Ok, I can’t even say that with a straight face, but this post, however politically infused it may seem, is not intended to start a political debate. This post is on parenting strategies.

Let me explain...

So, I was watching the movie V for Vendetta the other night and I just couldn ( Read more... )

For, what I imagine, is no better reason than the fact I’ve successfully produced four children, I’m often queried about what is and isn’t normal during pregnancy. I don’t know if I can blame it on the fact that I really am getting old (as my kids would have me believe), or the fact that the mind has a way of kindly allowing past unpleasantness to ( Read more... )

What’s for dinner?

Is it me, or do other wives absolutely dread this question?

It’s not like I hate cooking…quite the contrary. I love to cook (probably because I love to eat but we’ll leave that for another time); I just hate cooking for my family. I have a cookbook collection that would send Julia Childs into orgasm (not now, of course, but ( Read more... )

Ok...so everyone needs time off, right?

I'll post again on Monday, but I'm taking the weekend off.  Tomorrow the MIL and I are off to more fleamarkets, then Sunday...family dinner, so I don't plan on being available here 'til Monday.

See ya'll (see I am getting the hang of this Southern thing) then.

I thought I posted this here, but it turns out that I only posted it on
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Due to the response from my previous post, The Trouble With Teens: Part 2, I've decided to re-post the original The Trouble With Teens (Part 1).

The Trouble With Teens

The trouble with teens is that although they can be cute, they shed, eat constantly, serve no real purpose, and multiply exponentially. No, sorry, that’s the trouble with trebles, ( Read more... )

 I would have to guess that since the dawn of time, just about everyone who has entered into parenthood has complained about never truly being prepared for the job. I imagine that Cro-Magnon man had considerable tribulations trying to keep their children from wandering out and being eaten by cave bears. I’m sure that parents in the dark ages spent ( Read more... )

My oldest son does not currently live at home. We’re 750 apart and without him having a phone (cell or otherwise), I feel those miles tenfold, like he were living on the moon. We rarely get to talk to each other. What I miss most is his sense of humor. It’s rare to get a glimpse of Geoff’s face without a big mischievous, grin plastered on it.

For ( Read more... )

Ok….so I wasn’t planning on doing this (I truly do hate explaining myself, especially because doing so usually makes one sound like a bigger idiot than they started off sounding like), but after the chaotic drama that I inadvertently got mixed up in on 
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I know this statement will probably have the Super Nanny pounding down my door within the hour, but nevertheless it must be said…I simply refuse to coddle my kids.

Now before I receive 57 posts about how I’m such a bad parent, let me explain.

First of all let me remind everyone that my kids are 14 and 15-years-old, far from toddler stage. And ( Read more... )