Tag: What did I get myself into this time

Mommy Fail Number 235 – Model Car Kit

Mommy Fail Model Car Building With 8 year old

I only go to Michael’s in an emergency; I can’t be trusted. This time, I put my blinders on to pick out a birthday present for one of Isaiah’s friends. I passed the scrapbook stickers, looked straight ahead as I walked by the colored pencils and didn’t even peak at the already-here-way-to-early Halloween decorations. I was surgical, I

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All I Ever Wanted Was to be Kitty Forman – The Best 70s Mom Ever

I often describe myself as trapped in the 70’s with all of the rainbows and unicorns. All I ever wanted when I was growing up, was to be a mom. Now that I am a mom. I realize all I ever wanted to be was a mom in the 70s. I am not the soccer

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It’s Gigantic!

This week, it is my honor to co-host my favorite blog-hop! (Besides mine, shameless plug) When the call went out for new sentences for Finish the Sentence Friday I thought about how much I enjoy the topics that can be turned to the funny side of things. So I offered “Once I saw the biggest…”

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Indoctrination Into Thankful

My good friend Lizzi over at Considerings started something a while back called Ten Things of Thankful. It’s an all weekend show where lots of amazing bloggers participate in taking stock, looking at their life and reminding themselves what they have to be thankful for. I have often wanted to participate, but really struggled with

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Twisted MixTape 35 – And A Thanksgiving Surprise

It’s 5pm on Monday night and I just realized I haven’t done my mix tape, so I’m gonna crack open a bottle of wine and tell you a story. Someday my son will probably disown me for this. And if you are one of the 5 people who decide to join me this week, you’re

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I Didn’t Even Know My Kid Knew the Word Crack

Now we don’t like to be judgy judgers do we? Great. But if you do, you might want to head on over to some other blog right about now. If you’ve read my posts you know that my son has Sensory Processing Disorder, butt wiping is one of the last bastions. So I am basically

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Obsolescence and The Deconstructionist

It broke my heart to see it go, but it was obsolete. A piece of my past. Something I was saving to give to my kids kid some day. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a hoarder – my mom would disagree. Recently we moved my husband from a basement office to a first floor room, my

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Sorry China, It’s Not You, It’s Me. No, It’s You.

So I did a really bad thing. I taught my son something I can’t seem to undo. I taught him China doesn’t care about us. The thing is, and sorry if I am about to offend anyone, I really believe big corporate China doesn’t give a rats arse about us and I’m pretty sure I

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