This day comes every August. Almost exactly two weeks before school starts. The day when I begin to dislike my children. The day when I don’t care about doing stations anymore. Watch TV and play video games all day, kids. Whatever. So what. Just leave me alone. Oh, and I’m also sick of cooking for […]

Every once in a while Mister likes to psyche me out and pretend to have died.  Hilarious, no? There was the time he was trying to fix our washing machine and got a gigantic shock.  “The shock went up one arm and down the other,” he told me. I wasn’t surprised since that washer liked […]

This day comes every August. Almost exactly two weeks before school starts. The day when I begin to dislike my children. The day when I don’t care about doing stations anymore. Watch TV and play video games all day, kids. Whatever. So what. Just leave me alone. Oh, and I’m also sick of cooking for […]

Every once in a while Mister likes to psyche me out and pretend to have died.  Hilarious, no? There was the time he was trying to fix our washing machine and got a gigantic shock.  “The shock went up one arm and down the other,” he told me. I wasn’t surprised since that washer liked […]

Do you have a sister? Do you have daughters?  Then you’d better get on over to Segullah where I’m posting today.  But you can still read it if you are an only child.  And have a bunch of sons.  Or no children at all.  And are a man.

My new BFF Michelle is a force to be reckoned with.  Not only did she write a fab article for Segullah today, but she is the featured story on Shutterfly.  She makes me green with envy because of her writing and especially her photography skills.  But she’s such a sweetie I can’t really hate her […]

Last weekend was India’s first prom. Strangely this has never been a moment I’ve thought much about as I’ve raised my daughters. Probably because I never had a boyfriend (or a date for that matter) in high school so the Prom was always a source of anxiety and frustration rather than excitement. But India is […]

Every once in a while Mister likes to psyche me out and pretend to have died.  Hilarious, no? There was the time he was trying to fix our washing machine and got a gigantic shock.  “The shock went up one arm and down the other,” he told me. I wasn’t surprised since that washer liked […]

Good Gravy, the last few days have been crazy. When did summer get so busy? (Answer: this week.) I thought it might be easier to explain things as story problems, although I always hated them when I was in math class. Instead of figuring out the dumb problems, I always got all existential instead. Why […]

I like shopping at the local grocery store chain called H.E.B. Their prices are decent, but the reason I prefer them over the national chains like Safeway or SuperTarget (although I do like SuperTarget) is because they have all sorts of local brands.  Plus they have a huge assortment of Texas-themed products.  If you need […]

I’ve been tagged by Heather at Twin Birch who, despite living in a state with NO Target stores (hard to believe, I know), makes me die with envy over her super sweet soapmaking skillz. (You can buy her stuff on Etsy.) I now have to list six random things about myself.  I have been sweating this […]

Last weekend was India’s first prom. Strangely this has never been a moment I’ve thought much about as I’ve raised my daughters. Probably because I never had a boyfriend (or a date for that matter) in high school so the Prom was always a source of anxiety and frustration rather than excitement. But India is […]

Class parties. Work parties. Church parties. Friend parties. Teacher gifts. Neighbor gifts. Homemade gifts (what was I thinking?) Kids’ gifts. Hostess gifts. Recitals. Concerts. Ballets. Christmas lights. Stocking stuffers. Post office. Post office again. Priority shipping. Overnight shipping. P.S. Don’t forget the seven dental appointments this week to use up all the insurance money before […]

Do you have a sister? Do you have daughters?  Then you’d better get on over to Segullah where I’m posting today.  But you can still read it if you are an only child.  And have a bunch of sons.  Or no children at all.  And are a man.