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Posted on April 26, 2017May 3, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 29 Comments

This Is Why I Blocked You On Facebook

It has taken me most of my adult life to get to the point where my three teenage sons have accepted my friend requests on Facebook.

I’m not sure if this is a major victory or a daily reminder of my greatest defeat. Tonight my son Rocky posted a heartfelt message that went something like this:

“Idk how people can just kick friends and family out of there life’s over stupid things. I fear losing the people around me more than I fear death. I could never do it.”

To which I replied on his Facebook page.

It’s their lives, not there life’s. Just sayin.

Rocky immediately sent me a private message:

“This is why I block you from my Facebook.”

What can I say? I am a writer and I want my children to learn proper grammar. Is that too much to ask?

Maybe so.

Actually, there are plenty of reasons to block people on Facebook.

Here Are The Top Ten Reasons To Block Someone From Facebook:

1. The Selfie King or Queen – Okay, I get it. You love you. I just really don’t want to see a picture of you at home, in the car, at the mall, trying on shoes, having a drink, smiling, making a resting bitch face, fluffing your hair, straightening your hair, wearing your sunglasses, not wearing your sunglasses, etc. Document your entire day for yourself so you can see how great you looked in every moment. Personally I don’t care.

2. The Relentless Foodie – I’m pretty sure that I like to eat just as much as you do. I just don’t have the need to share it with the world. Your breakfast looks fine, as does your lunch, mid-afternoon snack and your dinner. I get it. You love food. Did I mention that there are children starving not only in Africa but right here in the good old USA?

3. The Hypochondriac – You’re tired. You’re crampy. You have the flu. Your sinuses ache. Your doctor hasn’t called, just called, wants to see you. You feel like shit and you can’t stop talking about it. I’m not heartless but there really isn’t anything that I can do. Update your status when you’re feeling well for once. That would be a welcomed change of pace.

4. The Work Out Nut – Thank you for recording your every footstep you take on your Fitbit and posting it on Facebook. If I ever need to find you I’ll know every moment that you spend at the gym. I’m so happy that I didn’t miss the selfie on the treadmill and the photo of you covered in sweat.

5. The Democrat/Republican/Liberal/Independent Looking For A Fight – Unbeknownst to you, I am really okay with whatever opinion you have. That is what makes you an individual, that is also what makes the world go round. The truth is that you just like to stir things up and your goal is to get under someone’s skin and really have it out. Facebook wasn’t created to be a political platform. Sorry to disappoint you. To each his own. I’m seriously okay with that. Just respect that other people feel as passionately about their stance as you do, and that’s okay. Please just let everyone be.

6. The Trouble Maker – Facebook is not a venue to destroy people’s lives. It is not the place to out your sister-in law about having an abortion, to bully someone, embarrass them or try to destroy their lives. I have seen it all. ENOUGH SAID.

7. The Stalker – Just because you knew someone in high school, worked with them 15 years ago or ran into them at the grocery store last week, doesn’t mean that they want to interact with you everyday on Facebook. If you keep private messaging someone and they don’t respond, they probably don’t want to talk to you. This would be obvious to most people. For those of you that don’t get it, reread #7.

8. The Bragger – We get it. You have been there, done that, achieved it, purchased it, traveled there and you just happen to have the most accomplished brilliant children in the world. If we ever need to experience ultimate perfection we can certainly visit your page.

9. The Total Pessimist – No matter what anyone says you are right there to spread the doom and gloom. You are easily offended by anything that is meant as a joke and you can instantly destroy a funny post or meme by taking it too literally. Lighten up. Life is just too damn short.

10. The Teenager – Let’s face it, you know it ALL. You post things that I find so offensive that I frequently check your page to spare my extended family the embarrassment. You just don’t get it, but I live in hope of the day when you finally do and we can interact and share ideas as adults. In the meantime, I’ll continue to police your page, correct your spelling and love you nonetheless.

Rant over.

Carry on.

Posted on April 24, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 5 Comments

If You’re Wondering Where I’ve Been…

I apologize that I haven’t been posting on my personal blog, although I have been busy blogging.

I have been asked to be a guest blogger on a very popular internet site with over 500k followers and 336,783 Likes on Facebook. My first article has just been accepted and is scheduled to go live next week!

And yes, I am excited as hell!

I’m currently working on my bio and getting ready to pump out a new article on the next topic assigned.

Stay tuned and I’ll be sharing the link to my blog post and the name of this awesome site.

I haven’t forgotten about my readers, just know that some big things have been going on while I’m home recovering from this knee injury.

Who would have thought…

Posted on April 19, 2017June 27, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 8 Comments

I’d Like To Check You For Ticks

Flea and tick season is officially upon us and reports claim that due to the mild winter and subsequent rain fall over the past month, this is going to be the worst year yet.

That’s bad news for pet owners and anyone who generally loves the outdoors.

This is also extremely bad for me.

Yes, I am the proud owner of a beautiful pure breed white schnauzer named Max and an adorable cat named Mitzi, who has a pink nose to match the pink pads on her feet.

And yes, I do love the great outdoors.

Yet, none of the above statements are the contributing factors to why I am dreading an active tick season this year.

My sons are going to absolutely kill me for divulging what I’m about to say, but what the hell, this is my blog, right?

I have managed to raise three boys who played in the dirt with worms, carried snakes around and have always feared little in this world with the exception of…

You guessed it, TICKS.

Okay, I get it. Who doesn’t hate ticks?

What’s the big deal?

Let me tell you just how far my son’s collective fear of ticks has gone.

One summer night, Marc spotted a tick in his bedroom and let out a blood curdling scream.

I rose from a deep sleep fearing for the worst.

I almost ran head on into Rocky and Kevin outside of Marc’s bedroom door.

As, I pushed his door open, I saw Marc standing on the bed in nothing but his underwear.

“Are you okay? Is everything alright?” I asked.

“Mom! There’s a tick!” Marc screamed.

Kevin and Rocky went straight into panic mode as the chaos began to heighten.

“A TICK? Where?” Kevin yelled

Rocky replied, “If we don’t find it, I am NOT sleeping here.”

“Good idea!” Marc said, “Let’s go to a hotel!”

“EVERYONE CALM DOWN!” I yelled, so I could have a minute to think.

“Okay,” I said calmly, “Where was the last place that you saw it?”

Marc replied, “Over there near the bathroom.”

We all began to search for the tiny insect that was standing between us and a good nights sleep.

“Are you positive that it was a tick Marc?” Kevin asked

“I am sure of it, Kev.” Marc replied

I glanced at the clock. 12:17 a.m.

I have to work in the morning, I thought.

“Okay, I don’t see any tick. Let’s all just go to bed.” I instructed

“Are you kidding me? Kevin bellowed, “There’s a tick in the house!”

Rocky chimed in, “Ya, this is totally gross. I better not end up with a tick on me. I don’t want to sleep here.”

“See Mom!” Marc cried, “We can’t just go back to bed and forget about it…we could all get Lyme Disease.”

I continued to look around the room for the tick, longing for my pillow and buying time for a way out of what seemed to be the beginning of a ludicrous all nighter.

Glancing at the clock again, (12:47 a.m.) I blurted out the first thing that came into my mind.

“Okay, shut Marc’s bedroom door. We’ll all sleep in the living room. Wait, I think I have some spray for ticks.”

My boys were a flurry of commotion….blankets, pillows and slamming bedroom doors.

I went straight to the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a bottle of Febreze, (1:29 a.m.).

“Are you sure that kills ticks, Mom?” Marc asked.

“Positive.” I replied. (Okay, I’m reaching here, but I like my sleep.)

We all settled in on the living room floor. (2:12 a.m.)

Surprisingly, after much talk about the dreaded ticks (3:00 a.m.), all three of my boys were fast asleep and I somehow managed to fall asleep myself.

Freezing and uncomfortable, I awoke to the strong smell of Febreze and the living room patio doors covered in condensation.

I got up and walked to the thermostat…the air conditioning was set to 40 degrees.

Kevin stirred and asked, “Mom, what are you doing?”

“Why is the air conditioning set for 40 degrees? I inquired, as I turned it off completely.

“I was trying to kill the tick.” Kevin replied.

The clock read 4:00 a.m. yet I was awake for the day.

I was still shivering and achy from the few hours of sleep that I managed to get on the living room floor.

I felt nauseous from the strong smell of Febreze in the air as I prepared my morning coffee.

Better make it extra strong…

This is going to be a long tick season…

And I better stock up on the Febreze.

In the spirit of the season: Brad Paisley, I’d Like To Check You For Ticks. Enjoy!

Now Oooohooo, you never know where one might be….

Posted on April 18, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 2 Comments

Back Asswards Or Ass Backwards?

I’m supposed to have surgery on the torn meniscus in my knee.

My orthopedist told me that I have to go for physical therapy first.

Now, is it just me or does that sound ass backwards?

It got me to thinking about all of the things that appear to be ass backwards to me in life and I’m really beginning to think that ass backwards has become my new pet peeve.

McDonald’s has an average of fifteen to twenty employees working per shift.

Yet, they consistently pair a poor connection on the menu board speaker with a drive-thru employee with either a heavy accent or one who speaks broken English.

Ass backwards? I’d say so!

Thinking about trying this little drive-thru move in rebellion.

Have you ever seen any system as ass backwards as the department of Motor Vehicle?

After waiting three hours for it to be my turn, I approached the counter at motor vehicle…finally.

I had moved back to Connecticut from North Carolina and I needed to get a Connecticut drivers license.

I had all the necessary paperwork…or so I thought.

The woman at the DMV stated that I needed a copy of my marriage license.

“My marriage license? I’ve been divorced for 2 years!” I stated.

She replied, “That’s the document that we need or you can’t get a Connecticut State Driver’s License.”

I ended up driving to the town clerk’s office in the town that I was married.

Twenty dollars for a marriage certificate that I would never use again and forty minutes later, I was back in line waiting to get my Connecticut license.

I guess I’m not the only one that can’t seem to avoid all of the ass backwardness…

Donald Trump, the first billionaire president in U.S. history, currently has a net worth of $3.5 billion dollars.

Let’s take a minute and put that into a perspective that we could all understand.

According to researchmaniacs.com:

Spending: If you had 3.5 billion dollars, you could buy 116,667 cars at $30,000/each or 17,500 houses at $200,000/each.

Travel: If you were to travel 3.5 billion miles, you could fly around the world 140,557 times or take a round trip to the moon 7,325 times.

Savings: If you could save $100,000/year, it would take you 35,000 years to save 3.5 billion dollars. If you could save $10,000 every single day, then it would only take you 959 years to save 3.5 billion.

And yet, all the money in the world can’t buy Donald Trump a better hairstyle.

Maybe it’s me…or maybe everything is just ass backwards!

What’s your pet peeve?

What do you find totally ass backwards?”

Posted on April 18, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 5 Comments

THE POWER OF THE BLOGOSPHERE: An Interview With HOUSTON PHOTO JOURNEY

If you asked me, “What’s the coolest thing about blogging?” I’d answer, “The relationships that we build with other bloggers and our readers.”

The blogging community, also know as the blogosphere, is really a community of supportive, like-minded people.

When I started blogging a few months ago, it was just my blog and me.

Through the process of blogging I learned so much about technology and the power of the internet.

You also find that you need a lot of help and advice along the way.

And then you discover something else… your blog isn’t just about you, your ideas and the written word. It is so much more than that.

Your blog is the launching pad to expand your knowledge and potential through your interaction with other bloggers.

Connections are made.

Ideas are exchanged.

Friendships are formed.

I never thought I would open myself up to meeting an entire new world of interesting and amazing people.

Today I would like to introduce you to one of them.

My friend, Elizabeth. (But I just like to call her Houston because it sounds cool.) She’s the photojournalist for the blog site, HOUSTON PHOTO JOURNEY http://www.houstonphotojourney.com

Have you ever been to Houston, Texas?

I haven’t, but through Elizabeth’s beautiful photography, light-hearted commentary, and wealth of factual and historical information, I feel as though I have.

This photo welcoming you to downtown Houston is on the homepage of the Houston Photo Journey blog.

Here are a few other photos to give you Elizabeth’s take on her journey through Houston…

Houston Kite Festival

Houston’s 30th Annual Art Car Parade

Historical Heritage Presbyterian Church Houston, Texas

Mural at Port of Houston Boat Tour

Houston’s Metro Rail

Now that you’ve seen some of the photography that makes Elizabeth’s blog so enticing, it’s time to find out how she incorporates her photos into a successful blog delivering a journey in every post.

Me: Hi! How’s the weather out there in Houston today?

Elizabeth: Eighty three and humid!

Me: Not quite that hot here in Connecticut. So, are you originally from Houston?

Elizabeth: I’m actually originally from Stamford, Connecticut. I’ve lived in Houston for 40 years, so I feel like I was born here.

Me: Wow, I didn’t know that. Small world. So what made you decide to start a blog?

Elizabeth: Well, I wanted to take photographs and none of my family wanted to pose for them. I figured that I’d start a blog and post the photos that I was taking of area events. I was going to these events anyway.

Me: Well, that seems to be working!

Elizabeth: (Laughter) Yes, it is!

Me: So, what would you say is one of your best photography tips?

Elizabeth: Definitely, BUY A GOOD CAMERA and learn how to use it properly. Try different and even, random settings. When you find a setting that works for a particular shot, record it and link it into the camera memory.

Me: Sounds like pretty solid advice. Have you had any challenging moments while taking photos for your blog?

Elizabeth: When I was at Houston’s Annual Art Car Parade, I unknowingly walked into a secured section. I was there for quite some time socializing with everyone and taking photos before I realized that I was in the VIP section, by then it was too late. I think the security guard assumed I was with the press.

Me: (Laughing) That’s awesome! Whatever it takes to get the shot. Have you ever had the opportunity to meet anyone interesting or famous?

Elizabeth: I meet interesting people all the time! I did get to meet Cheech Marin of Cheech and Chong at the Art Car Parade. That was pretty cool. He even posed for a picture that’s on my blog site.

Me: So, tell me about your co-author, Max.

Elizabeth: Max is my rescue dog. I support both Rover Oaks Pet Resort and Citizens For Animal Protection’s Shelter, without whom I wouldn’t have my best buddy, Max. They are the BEST people on the planet. You can find out more about both organizations and my puppy Max on my blog.

Me: Max is certainly adorable and those both sound like great causes.

Elizabeth’s (co-author) and favorite four-legged friend, Max.

Me: So where do you see your blog going in the future?

Elizabeth: Travel Journalism. Traveling is my passion and gives me the opportunity to meet people and learn so many cool things about them, their lives and different cultures.

Me: That certainly sounds like a great fit for you! Is there anything else that you would like to add?

Elizabeth: Just, thank you so much for the interview. I really enjoyed talking with you.

Me: Same here, Elizabeth. My pleasure.

Leaving Texas behind for now.

You can visit Elizabeth, Max and Houston, Texas at:

HOUSTON PHOTO JOURNEY http://www.houstonphotojourney.com

All of the eye-catching photographs on this post are credited to: HOUSTON PHOTO JOURNEY.

If you have an interesting blog concept and would like a personal interview published on My Life I Swear, email me at contactmylifeiswear@yahoo.com.

I hope you enjoyed this post and I look forward to your comments and emails, and making more friends in the blogosphere.

Erin Cooper Reed

Posted on April 14, 2017April 14, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 10 Comments

It All Leads Back to You

Please hold on tightly to any inspirational thing I have ever posted up until now, in fact, I might very well need you to echo it back to me because I’ve hit a big time low.

As most of you know I injured my knee a little over two weeks ago. It’s been a rough road but I have tried to stay positive and hopeful.

After my initial emergency room visit, I set up an appointment with my primary care doctor…who scheduled me an appointment with Advanced Radiology…who Scheduled me an appointment to see an orthopedic doctor.

All of which played out something like this…

Today I went to see my orthopedic doctor to get my MRI results.

I was hoping that I was on the mend and that I could get back to driving, working my job as a waitress and well, basically living my life.

Spoiler Alert:

I am totally screwed.

So here’s the recap on my kneecap…

Torn ACL

Tear in the Meniscus

Low to moderate grade tear in the MCL

Impact type fracture in the Tibial Plateau

Moderate knee effusion

Bone Contusion

When I saw the MRI report, I cried.

Then I cried some more.

The orthopedic nurse told me that I could have sustained an injury like this, say, falling out of a window.

At that moment, I was kind of wishing that I had.

Did I mention that I sucked it up and worked the past 2 days (to help out in a pinch) and have been walking without crutches? Well, I did, and I have.

I guess that’s just my strong Polish blood line that reveres a good work ethic and denounces any kind of pain…or total stupidity, you decide.

In any case, here I stand (or lean) between two one way signs that are each pointing directly back at me.

The question is, what am I going to do?

Have you ever been in a situation where you had no idea what you were going to do next? How you were going to provide for your family? How you were going to keep your chin up when everything around you is falling apart?

It certainly will turn your world up on end.

I guess this is the part where life pushes you to stand up and show what you’re made of.

This is the part where life challenges you to press on, figure it out and to create something out of the little fraction of you that you have left.

So, I guess it all leads back to me.

I have no idea what I am going to do next or how I am going to survive…

But I do know this,

I love to write.

I might even be good at it.

My blog is doing extremely well.

Over these past few weeks, I have had more time to write and my blog has taken on a force of its own.

By the hour, my traffic, followers, comments and likes are increasing.

People are sharing my content on their sites and on the internet and in turn things are really starting to snowball.

The comedian Gallagher (who was popular in the late 70’s and early 80’s) once said,

“The bigger the crowd, the more people who show up!”

That seems to hold true.

I have no idea where this set-back in life is going to lead me or even how I’m going to get through it…

But I do know this, I’m just going to keep writing and see what happens.

And you know what else?

I really appreciate all of my readers/ followers.

I know that it all leads back to me, but also I couldn’t “Keep on keeping on”, right now without all of you.

Much love,

Erin Cooper Reed

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Posted on April 12, 2017April 12, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 4 Comments

A Day In My Life

Knee sprain.

Weight Gain.

Headache Pain.

A day in my life…

John is downstairs making a cheesecake from scratch.

The dog needs to be walked…but I can’t walk.

My son’s friend just came upstairs to use the bathroom and “accidentally” knocked down two of the four baby pictures of my boys that I had displayed on the stairway wall.

Shattered glass.

Cleanup.

Life’s tough.

I’m not sure I would trade it for the world.

This is my life and I’m just happy to be amongst the living…

Even if I can’t walk…

Posted on April 12, 2017April 12, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com

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Posted on April 11, 2017April 11, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 18 Comments

The Art of Individual Expression

When Rocky was in third grade he returned from his day at school with an extremely sad face.

I greeted him with a smile and asked how his day was.

Rocky removed a small, handmade Indian satchel from his backpack and handed it to me.

“You made this?” I asked

Rocky slowly shook his head yes.

As I held the small satchel in my hand, I observed each of the meticulously placed feathers and stones that Rocky had glued to it. It was obvious that he had decided with great care where each of them would be placed. It was simplistically and tastefully done. I was impressed with the beauty of what my son had made and all of the effort that he had put into it.

“Mommy, it’s an Indian satchel.” Rocky began, “We’re learning all about American Indians in school and this is what they used to carry their stuff.”

“It is beautiful!” I replied, “You did a great job!”

“No, I didn’t.” Rocky stated, as he began to cry “Turn it over.”

I flipped the satchel in my hand and there written in red marker was a large letter “C”

I was shocked.

“Why did you get a “C”? I asked

Rocky replied, “My art teacher said that all of the other kids glued more rocks and feathers to theirs and I didn’t try hard enough.”

“I’m not any good at art.” He stated through lips that began to quiver.

Rocky sat on the floor across from me and sobbed, tears running down both of his cheeks.

“Rocky you are really good at art. What you make is your own creation and it is absolutely perfect because you made it. ” I said, “Art is an expression of yourself and you expressed yourself beautifully.”

I gave Rocky a hug and dried his tears.

“Thanks Mommy.” He said

“Now go play.” I replied with a smile.

That night as I made dinner all I could think about was the Indian Satchel and my son’s tears.

After I got the boys in bed, I fired up the computer and composed a very heartfelt, passionate email to my son’s art teacher. I told him how Rocky cried over his project and his grade. I told him how my son had said, “I’m not any good at art.”

My fingers flew over the keyboard as I explained that this letter grade that my son received had helped him to come to the conclusion that he had nothing to offer artistically.

And I didn’t stop there.

I explained that art was a form of expression and perspective that was individual to each person and how I felt that as long as the student completes the project and learns, in this case, the history or assignment that went along with it, that there should be no letter grade…only a complete or incomplete regarding the project.

I was crying as I wrote, feeling validated in what I was saying.

In closing, I pointed out that my son crying and believing that he wasn’t good at art is the complete opposite of what art is meant to teach: freedom of imagination, creativity, self-expression, personal growth and confidence.

I ended by signing my name with my phone number below.

The following night I received a phone call from the art teacher. He apologized for his statement to Rocky and what had transpired when Rocky returned from school with his art project.

He told me that he had read the letter more than ten times. He told me that he cried.

The outcome, he said, was that the students in lower elementary art classes would no longer be receiving letter grades for their individual art projects, only a letter grade for each marking period.

I thanked him and we hung up.

I had made a difference, not only for my son, but for all of the other children that need to express their individual creativity without fear of it not being good enough.

We are all always enough.

For all of the artists, painters, sculptors, crafters, decorators, photographers, seamstresses, knitters, crocheters, woodworkers, dancers, musicians, actors, singers, fashionistas, and writers out there…

What you create is enough…It is always good enough, because it is an expression of you.

Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

Posted on April 11, 2017April 12, 2017 by mylifeiswear.com · 6 Comments

Moms Say the Darnest Things!

As moms we try to set the best example and say the right thing when raising our children. We have the best intentions, but sometimes lack of sleep, set of circumstances or just the plain old stress of parenting gets the best of us.

Have you been there?

With three boys, I certainly have.

Being a mom has given me the opportunity to put together sentences that I could never in a lifetime fathom that I would speak.

Example:

Ring.

Me: “Hello.”

Mom: “Hi, honey! How is everything going over there?”

Me: ” Okay. What’s new with you? CAN YOU BOYS BE QUIET? I’M ON THE PHONE! Sorry, Mom.”

Mom: “Well, today on Doctor Phil, he had this couple on, you wouldn’t have believed it…”

(COMMOTION AND NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND)

Me: ” Wait would you hold on a minute mom, GET THAT SPATULA AWAY FROM THE CAT! Okay, sorry mom, you were saying?”

Mom: “Never mind honey, maybe I should let you go…”

Me: “Okay Mom. I’ll call you back.”

Having three boys in the back seat of the car while you are driving always makes for warm memories and insightful conversation…

Marc (to Rocky): “Stop touching me with your knee!”

Rocky: “Am not! Stop touching me with your knee!”

Marc: “Are so. Stop it.”

Kevin: “You guys are breathing on me.”

Rocky: “I’m not breathing on you, Marc is!”

Marc: “Uh-Uh, Rocky, you’re breathing on him!”

Rocky: “Am not! You are!”

Kevin: “You’re both breathing on me…and you’re too close Rocky, stop touching me!”

Me: “OKAY, EVERYONE JUST STOP TOUCHING EACH OTHER! AND STOP BREATHING!!

Notably not the best advice…but somehow it worked. Well, the kids didn’t stop breathing (Thank God) but I did put an end to the “Touching – Breathing war.”

My mom has always been a class act. She is no longer surprised, or even shocked by my kids, my elevated voice or the bizarre things the come out of my mouth, although she didn’t handle things in the same manner when I was growing up.

One day, my mom was on the phone with a friend when an argument between my sister and I broke out in the livingroom. This was back in the day when you were chained to the kitchen phone by a short phone cord.

I can’t remember what it was that my sister and I were arguing about, but I can remember the scene like it was yesterday. As our voices heightened, my mother didn’t change her expression, pause the conversation or even let on that there was a situation arising in her home.

My mother just continued talking and reached for the nearest available item. She picked it up with one hand without skipping a beat.

She leaned into the hallway where she had a clear shot into the living room. When I glanced over, all I could see was her arm above her head spinning like she had a lasso.

I had no idea what she was holding, yet she continued her conversation with a smile.

The argument with my sister resumed and our voices got even louder.

To both of our surprise, my sister and I simultaneously got hit in the head by a flying object.

We were immediately silenced as we stared at the loaf of Wonderbread at our feet, realizing what it was that hit us. (Damn, my mother is a good shot!)

Then, as girls often do, we broke out into laughter.

I could no longer remember what I was so upset about and I doubt that my sister could either.

Funny thinking of this now and considering my current style of parenting…

I could certainly save myself a ton of ridiculous sentences and a hoarse voice, with a trip to the bakery and a round of Lasso Lessons.

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If You’re Wondering Where I’ve Been…

I’d Like To Check You For Ticks

Back Asswards Or Ass Backwards?

THE POWER OF THE BLOGOSPHERE: An Interview With HOUSTON PHOTO JOURNEY

It All Leads Back to You

A Day In My Life

The Art of Individual Expression

Moms Say the Darnest Things!