My Morning Miracle

Mornings are not our favorite time. No matter how much we plan there is always a lost shoe, an errant bit of homework or a dog that’s gone to visit the the neighbor. I always make my kids a satisfying hot breakfast, but no one would call it leisurely. Mornings, in this house, are too often just endured. I wake the kids up at 7 each day, and then again at 7:05 and by 7:10 I’m trying to not be shrill. They are never late to school, but it is …

The Day I Held The Pep Boys Manager Hostage In My Car

About eight years ago I was pregnant with Alexander and Jane was two. I was 30 years old, caring for a toddler, basically a happy woman, but I could smell everything. My heightened sense of smell left me a little grumbly. I had a Ford Explorer at the time, and it needed some sort of a hose. I brought the car in to Pep Boys then sat down and waited an hour or so. They let me know my car was ready, I paid and then I got into my …

Biggest Loser: Win Finale Tickets Here

Who says blogging doesn’t get you great opportunities? Yesterday I was lucky enough to get a little time with Michelle Aguilar. Michelle won season 6 of The Biggest Loser and is the most recent celebrity to get a Milk Mustache. I only had a few moments to ask Michelle questions. Most of the answers were predictable, she reminded me to shop at the perimeter of the grocery store, skip the sodas, candy bars and chips, move your body and start young. Here’s what fascinated me about Michelle. Michelle graduated high …

My Kids Never Hit First But They Always Hit Hardest

I’m a pragmatic woman, and that’s translated into my parenting. My son is seven and my daughter is ten. In ten years of parenting I have not uttered the words “don’t hit”. In our family the mantra is “don’t hit first”. If you hit hardest, it’s entirely likely I’ll take you out for ice cream. Why? Safety. My son Alexander is a red head, not just any old red either. Alexander’s hair is an incredibly rich shade of deep red that doesn’t quite shift into auburn. Alexander started wearing glasses …

Honey, Do You Think I Have A Pretty Vagina?

You know how there’s always that one guy who likes to go to a bar, drink too much and pick a fight with the puny guy in the corner? I’m a little like that. I like to have a second glass of wine and ask my husband a question that will make him squirm. Don’t judge me, I find it entertaining. Last night I said to my husband, “How does my vagina look to you?” He gave me a befuddled look I’m familiar with, and then he started checking out …