The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
You know how sometimes you impress your family and friends with your skill and competence?
Yeah, me neither.
Last night a little moth flew straight into my face, landed on my nose, freaked out, and tried to fly away. But, he must have forgotten how he got there (or maybe he just had a poor sense of direction. Not judging here. Just reporting) (Although I am pretty sure he’s male,
They’re trying to drive me insane.
No, not my pack.
Well, them, too, but I’m talking about those knit, Ninja-skilled, foot festoon-ers.
Is there anything more futile and infuriating than trying to keep a supply of clean, paired up socks?
Oh. My. Gosh.
Why is that absolutely impossible to do?
Socks seem to disappear at our home right before our eyes.
I took two of my sons with me to the gym today.
They wanted to go. I should have realized that was a bad sign.
I’ve been wanting to take them with me for a while now, so I could teach them how to use the equipment correctly.
So they would be safe.
So they would be knowledgeable.
So they would not need to go to the Emergency Room.
The Food Network is like crack.
I know it’s bad for me, but I keep going right back to it time after time after time.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I like to cook. I love to cook, actually. But, watching the Food Network makes me yearn to cook like they cook. Nothing else will do.
I look at my cooking scenario and nearly scream,
Sometimes, I do something I’m proud of myself for doing.
This was not one of those times.
I was at the hair place today for a much needed session with The Hair Whisperer. After she thoroughly coated my hair with some sort of magical goo, The Hair Whisperer had me sit under one of those giant, chair-mounted hair dryers.
Everyone knows the dryers at a hair salon are akin to Sanctuary,
I Want A Kids’ Shoes Tracking Device
#whatIwantforChristmas
by Gina Valley
I want a kids’ shoes tracking device for Christmas. We, as in me, spend more time looking for my kids’ shoes than for anything else.
Hopefully, the tracking device will come with a setting to help me locate my shoes when one of my kids has “borrowed them” (my black suede boots are particularly prone to “wandering” this time of year,
What Do YOU Want?
by Gina Valley
We all know and love the Facebook November “What I’m Thankful For” schtick*
*depending on your point of view that may or may not be typed in the sarcasm font
Now let’s go with something a bit more down to earth and realistic. Let’s call it:
What I Want For Christmas
#whatIwantforChristmas
Note the cool matching hashtag.
Top 10 Topics My Sons Are Bickering About …Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
Listening to a couple of my kids argue about which side of the field had the greenest grass while we waited for their brother to finish at soccer practice yesterday brought this piece to mind. Laugh along with this Gina’s Favorites post.
Top 10 Topics My Sons Are Bickering About
They say children help you live longer.
It’s that time of year.
I’m a bit envious of all the Hallmark and Kodak moments everyone seems to be having. It’s even worse now that they arrive via email and Facebook, along with the ever faithful snail mail batches.
You see, we don’t have Hallmark moments or Kodak moments.
What we have is closer to America’s Funniest Video moments,
STUPID Stuff I’m Thankful For
by Gina Valley
Maybe the reason I’m so bugged by those 30 Days of Thankfulness lists is that I don’t have such a grandiose collection.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly thankful for the biggies: health, friends, family, and my Savior.
But, most of the time, when I hear myself offering up spontaneous thanks, it’s for much less impressive stuff.
