Momzilla

In the planning of this wedding, it was my thought that I would be the hit girl for stress so that Maggie wouldn’t feel overwhelmed and worn out by the time the big day came. As someone who gets anxious when I have to go to a different ATM or gas pump, who was I … Read more

The 1st Dance

Maggie and Nate did things a little differently when it came to their first dance.  It was top secret and required lots and lots of practice.

Zzzzzzzzz………………

Every friend I have that has had a son or daughter get married has told me I would be knocked flat when it was over.  They were right.  I’m exhausted, my house is trashed, I’m not sure if I paid all the bills, and today wandered down the street looking for room in my neighbor’s … Read more

Done And Done

There’s nothing like having a WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE AT YOUR HOUSE to light a fire under you to accomplish something instead of just yakking about it.  For instance…………………….. Ripping the gross carpet off the stairs and painting them.   Cream w/a faux runner up the middle.  The green paint is called Granny Smith.  It is … Read more

Patrolling The Streets

When The Big Daddy and I bought this house, there were thirty kids that lived on this street.  Thirty.  My kids were lucky enough to get included in the pack and their memories of growing up here include kick the can, forts, haunted houses, block parties, a remake of the Blair Witch Project, freeze pops, … Read more

Mr. Fix-It

The Big Daddy has never been what you’d call “handy.”  He says handy words like torque, stud, and molly bolt, or screams for A PHILLIPS…….I NEED A PHILLIPS, but he pretty much is faking any repair he attempts.  In his efforts, he often uses too much force causing something that was slightly screwed up to … Read more

Going To The Chapel

I am not a crier.  This has a lot to do with The Queen Mum being as strong as they come and having three older brothers.  If you were to cry in front of them growing up it would have been like wading into a school of sharks when your period started.    That’s not to … Read more

The Clinky Counter: Part Deux

Last week, I returned to the Clinky counter at my local Macy’s for a pre-wedding makeover.  I have not done one of those in twenty years.  That time I charged about $200.00 worth of products even though I was flat broke, and all these years later, it still gives me an anxiety attack.  Or maybe … Read more