The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
You know how some days you wake well rested, your hair goes just right, and you have several clean outfits at the ready? Yeah, me neither.
Usually, I wake in a panic and spend the day in survival mode, hoping I don’t have car trouble on my way home from my kids school, so I don’t end up standing on the side of the road in my pajamas.
It Was Kind Of A Quest…Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
We watched The Hobbit last night, which got me thinking about what a shame it is that we don’t have great adventures like that in our life. Then, I remembered that sometimes we do. Sort of.
So, this week I figure my It Was Kind Of A Quest post is just right for Throwback Day.
It Was Kind Of A Quest
by Gina Valley
We just spent hours rehabilitating our kitchen trash can.
Yes, it’s old. Yes, it’s dented. Yes, it’s scratched and the lid doesn’t close right and the foot pedal came off. Yes, it’s really beyond repair.
But, we can’t buy a new one.
We just can’t.
We can’t afford it. It costs too much.
Trying Out For The Olympic Cottage Cheese Team
by Gina Valley
Well, that’s a record.
We’ve managed to spill the cottage cheese when it has been in our custody for less than an hour.
Actually, the safely seal was still on it.
Had the safety seal remained intact after the tumble from the top shelf of our refrigerator to the hardwood floor in front of it,
It’s Not Mess – It’s Safety Equipment
I saw a cool looking centerpiece on Pinterest. Of course I know if I make it, it will neither look like the Pinterest picture nor look cool. But more importantly, where would I put it?
I don’t know about your family, but mine lives in constant fear of a sudden end of gravity. And, as a result, we have prepared each and every horizontal and semi-horizontal surface in our home for such an eventuality by carefully and completely weighing down and covering every such surface.
If I’m Ugly It’s Cuz My Kids Didn’t Put The Milk Away
by Gina Valley
They always leave the milk out. Always.
I’m not sure if they’re trying to drive me insane by pretending they don’t hear my many reminders to return the cow juice to its frosty home, or if they are trying to help me save money by making cheese, but my pack never puts the milk away.
