Fact 1: I like eating raw cookie dough. Fact 2: The TDs' school collects box tops. I was walking through Walmart when I found myself eye-to-eye with some sugar cookie dough. Somehow, the cookie dough ended up in my hand and I happened to notice a box top on it. It was at that moment... Continue Reading →
One day not too long ago, the girls and I came home after running some errands. Before we could get settled, I noticed a HUGE flying black thing with a stinger. I quickly evacuated my apartment and texted T-Daddy. There's a wasp hornet thing in the apt. The girls, my sister and I sat in... Continue Reading →
Never say I don’t love my kids..... I just gave them the last of my pizza. If that isn't love, then I'm incapable of loving anyone.
T-Daddy wants TD1 to sleep in her bed. I don't mind. TD1 wants to sleep with Mommy. I don't mind that either. As much as I like having a bed to myself (since 90% of the time someone falls asleep on the futon in front of the PS3), I also like that warm,... Continue Reading →
As I write this, I'm sitting in bed with a heating pad on my left shoulder. I'm left-handed and right now it hurts to do anything with my arm. And I just wanna cry. Cry because I feel damaged. Cry because my body hurts and aches in places and ways I've never known before. Cry... Continue Reading →