Happy barbarian Mother’s Day to me.

shrimp and grits

In which Susanne provides me with a fairy tale perfect mother’s day. Or not. . . . → Read More: Happy barbarian Mother’s Day to me.

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Sweet fifteen and never been kissed.

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A story of a first kiss… . . . → Read More: Sweet fifteen and never been kissed.

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Waffling.

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Look out Tim Tebow: you’ve got competition. . . . → Read More: Waffling.

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Dear Tim Tebow: Only You Can Save My Daughter.

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For those of you I am about to offend, I apologize in advance. But the following is a somewhat accurate transcription of [irreverent and funny] events at our house. Funny is good. So, don’t be a hater; I love God, I love Jesus, and I dang sure love me some Tim Tebow.

AND…he’s the only one who can save my daughter. . . . → Read More: Dear Tim Tebow: Only You Can Save My Daughter.

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Refrigerated child porn.

I opened the refrigerator to quite a shock on Halloween. Sami had taken up cake decorating, with some scary results. . . . → Read More: Refrigerated child porn.

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Not-a-lotta.

I was glad to see there was a barf bag in the seat back pocket in front of me.

A lot of wonderful nothings. Summer. Kids. Road trips. Work trips. Life. . . . → Read More: Not-a-lotta.

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Isn’t life — and love — grand?

We had 8th grade graduation last month for our youngest.

Our crazy life, in pictures. Isn’t it grand? . . . → Read More: Isn’t life — and love — grand?

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It’s been a sucky day, and it’s not over, but I have good news anyway.

If this were just an alligator and a woman, it'd be perfect.

Today can bite me; thank God it is nearly over. Well, technically it ended nearly an hour ago, but it isn’t over over, because I’m stretching it past the witching hour tonight. What, you may ask, is my big frickin’ problem, and can I just get over it and move on to the good news already? M A Y B E. . . . → Read More: It’s been a sucky day, and it’s not over, but I have good news anyway.

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The Redneck Adventures of Bubba-Mon and the Quacker

So, recently my long-suffering island-boy-to-Texas-transplant husband convinced me that the perfect retreat for our family would be in a thirdhand trailer on a bug- and snake-infested piece of property five miles from Nowheresville, Texas. Yeah, for real. . . . → Read More: The Redneck Adventures of Bubba-Mon and the Quacker

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Confessions of a Guilt-Stricken Mom: Loving My ADHD Son

Most people describe me as a hard-charger, as she-who-knows no fear. But I am scared of something – I am scared to face my feelings about the missed opportunities to help my ADHD son Clark, and the times others have scarred (or helped) him. . . . → Read More: Confessions of a Guilt-Stricken Mom: Loving My ADHD Son

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