The thought of having a daughter terrifies me. Not because I don’t like girls, but because I was one. I struggled with my self-esteem as girl. The tween and teen years were hard for me, as I’m sure they were for a lot of you. Despite the
This post is pretty heavy on the Jesus. Consider yourselves warned. A few weeks ago, I read this guest post by Lisa Morguess on the Scary Mommy blog called, “Motherhood: The Big, Fat F**k You.” (Warning: link contains strong language and a middle finger shot.) I might not
Want to know the reason for this smile? Elmo. More specifically, Elmo and all the Sesame Street gang, at last year’s Sesame Street Live show. My boys love Sesame Street, much like I did when I was a kid. We watch the show almost every day, and
This post is sponsored by Alpine Lace, but Life Ingredients are all my own. “Why am I so stinking tired?” I asked a good friend of mine this question last week, but I already knew the answer. I’m tired because my diet has been awful, I’m not
I don’t feel like I accomplished much of anything in March, but I did read books! Here are the books I read in the past month: Now I Can Die in Peace: How ESPN’s Sports Guy Found Salvation, With a Little Help From Nomar, Pedro, and the
Mommy, why did the Video kill the Radio Star? Is the Radio Star a bad guy? Do you think dinosaurs are sad that they are extinct? Did Jesus like cupcakes or doughnuts better? Mommy, when you die, can I have your car? Why do I have nipples?