It’s just early November, but apparently it’s already “the most won-der-ful time of the year…”

And just what time of year could I mean? Certainly not Christmas! But perhaps I am mistaken? I mean, the cornucopia and crispy fall leaves on my office calendar tell me it’s only the second week of November, yet Wal-Mart has already been hocking Hannah ( Read more... )

October is absolutely the busiest month of the year for us. Halloween is my Number Two Holiday (Thanksgivng is my favorite) so we go all out.

I just wanted to drop the link to some of my Facebook albums from last month if you want to see what a family in full blown paroxsims of Fall fabulousness look like :)

Pumpkin Farm Weekend

The Sweetwater Fall ( Read more... )

I liked speeding. I used to do it all the time. I loved to go fast. Loved the way the wind whipped my hair into a frenzy when the windows were cracked. Loved the blur of glass and chrome as I zipped by some slowpoke in the passing lane.

I’d only been caught once, on my way to my parent’s place in Florida for Mother’s Day. I was flying along, south ( Read more... )

I try not to bargain with God. I’ve prayed and cried and begged to heaven in a most imploring fashion, but I try to avoid the old “God, if you do X, I promise I will NEVER do Y again!” routine.

Still, there are moments I have resigned myself to bargaining desperately with our creator. Earlier this fall for instance, when I found myself on the ( Read more... )

I didn’t change my name when I got married. I know what some people think, that I am one of “those” women, a chippy upstart brandishing my feminist pride on a pike, determined to make my way in the world without help or influence from my man.

It might be more noble if my reason was as high-minded as that, but honestly, I kept my name for three ( Read more... )

I signed up for Weight Watchers Online last Sunday night.

I went to this wedding with my mom and dad last Saturday. The parents of the bride are old friends of theirs. I bet they dropped 30 Grand on it. It was in a massive church with massive stained glass windows. There were ten bridesmaids and ten groomsmen. They rented out the entire historic ( Read more... )

Alone, I slip out of my street clothes and stand, nearly nude, on the gritty, tiled floor. I stare in the mirror critically, appraising myself as I imagine a stranger would.

‘Nice face,’ I think, ‘Although a little too round. Interesting eyes, though.’

My gaze drops down. ‘Strong shoulders, but look at those flabby arms! Definitely not tank top ( Read more... )

Let me make this perfectly clear. I live in an 800 square foot,  two bedroom house. I have a husband and two children that share it with me, not to mention a small library's collection of books, half of a Toys R' Us, a wiley cat and enough culinary equipment to make Williams Sonoma blush.

My mom and dad were planning to come up from Florida for the ( Read more... )

It should have mattered to me that your heart would break if you’d seen me in Manhattan, groping a strange man beneath the unflattering flourescents of an ancient elevator. It should have mattered to me, but it didn’t.

I met him at the bar in the Hotel Edison. Twenty-three floors of rumpled bed sheets rising above us, twenty-three stories of closed ( Read more... )

So to all my Southeastern friends, particularly those of y'all in Georgia...how's your gas holding up? You doing o.k ( Read more... )