Hillary Swillary

I guess the best way to get back into the game is just duck your head and insult someone...so here goes. Is Hillary Clinton for real? Why is no one talking about the fact that her genius plan for the country includes aborting our babies so that Mom can get back to her high powered "try to be a man" job so that Hillary can in turn take the mother's income to pay for health care for those who are too lazy to feed their families fruits and vegetables? Am I just confused? How can we say that we're ready for a woman president when we don't even know what a woman is anymore. If we're so ready for a woman, then why can't Hillary run her campaign on things like care and compassion and strength and organization and the ability to listen and provide wisdom? I'll tell you why. We see those things as weaknesses not strengths. Maybe instead of trying to redefine what a woman is, we should start by accepting who God made us, proclaim those as strengths, and then build a campaign.

Wow! Time flies!

I can't believe it's been more than a month...My husband is launching a second career as a wedding photographer, and it's taking up most of our free time. The good news is that business is good...because he's new, he is giving FAT discounts to his couples and getting GREAT experience.

Raising a Boy with Breast (just one)

Just when everyone was feeling better...my son grew a breast!...A very painful one apparently. January...a broken leg...February...a breast...I can't wait until March! Tes-tos-ta-boy is 21 months. After an ultrasound at The Breast Center, the doctor(s) concluded that he had somehow injured himself (resulting in a hematoma) directly under his right nipple. Strange. Why does the wierd stuff happen to us? I told the doctor that I thought boys were supposed to be tough...he said tough was the problem. I've got to rewrite the budget.

Home again...Home again

Strep Throat...Fevers...Ear Infections...Flu...Dang those Grocery Cart Germs! Where have I been??? I've been picking regurgitated banana out of eyelashes!

Watch out for that...Corrrrrrrn!

I insist that our children sit down at the table three times a day for meals. It really works out well...most of the time. Last night over dinner, I could see Tes-tos-ta-boy's arm begin winding up. His eyes began to search for the perfect projectile...and just as I warned my husband...an ear of perfectly sweet, golden yellow corn flew with the force of a professional pitch across the table barely missing my husband's face! My husband had to excuse himself from the table because he couldn't catch his breath. Oh My Gosh! We laughed so hard. Yet another missed opportunity to discipline. (He really does have a good arm.)

Tes-tos-ta-boy

January...and I've already lost the Mother of the Year award. I lined up Tes-tos-ta-boy in front of three bigger kids and sent him down a big tube slide at the park. Somewhere in the dark spiraling dungeon of pain, his feet got twisted underneath him. One day and three doctors later, he has a very nice super-hero blue cast from his toes to his groin on his right leg. A spiral fracture. I guess little boys are fragile after all.

Baskets-R-Us

Hey Evander, I know thats you. Any idea where I can buy a basket big enough to hold a lawnmower, weedeater, and 2 three-story doll houses?