tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646869071168182452024-03-21T10:03:12.988-04:00SAHM I Am"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love" ~Dr. SeussUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764686907116818245.post-73447729598921001922013-04-13T20:09:00.000-04:002013-04-13T20:20:20.075-04:00I Have Arrived...I have arrived. It's been a long road. And winding. And surely the one less traveled. I've sprinted and crawled. I've been pushed and pulled. But I? Am a better person for it.
I have arrived. At a point in my life where the bullshit doesn't matter. I don't care what you think or what you say. Not even who you are. It doesn't Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764686907116818245.post-34931652980144090022013-04-01T21:58:00.000-04:002013-04-01T21:58:22.084-04:00Help! I Can't Find A Pulse!As some of you know, I've tried this whole blog thing before. And I've abandon it. Left it idle somewhere in cyberspace. Apparently there's no one who really monitors the amount of "space" that's actually available in cyberspace (like a cyber cop or something?)... because if they did? I'd have totally violated some law by now. I'm absolutely sure my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764686907116818245.post-53545001489036736462013-03-28T09:58:00.003-04:002013-03-28T09:58:51.270-04:00You Won't Find Funny HereI want to tell you a story. The story of how I learned to breathe life. Not just live it, but feel it. Taste it. Breathe it. You won't find funny here. Not today.
I'm a mother to three beautiful little boys who are all so charismatic and unique you wouldn't believe it. I'm married to my high school sweet heart. We've lived in smallUnknownnoreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764686907116818245.post-44124226414661482822013-03-23T12:46:00.000-04:002013-03-23T12:46:17.976-04:00Because I Do Your Laundry...Laundry. I have a lot of it. And it grows. And it multiplies. And it's out of control. At any given time I have 10+ loads of laundry. This is not an exaggeration. So?
Because I do your laundry....
First and foremost, I do it out of necessity. Not because it's enjoyable. It actually makes me grit my teeth.
Please know that I've Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2764686907116818245.post-53959133124408186332013-01-27T01:00:00.000-05:002013-01-27T01:12:39.214-05:00The Junk YardWhat is it about little boys and their parts? We call it their "junk". Anatomically correct vocab? In my opinion, YES. Beside the point. My 2 year-old is obsessed with his junk. He loves it. Loves to pull on it, push on it, move it side to side, and rub it. Why? No really. WHY??? My oldest never did this so this is new toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5