The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
DadSpeaks …Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
It’s hard for me to believe it’s already been a month since my dad was killed in an accident. I will never get over losing him, but my family and I are slowly beginning to heal.
Happy, funny memories like the ones that inspired this Gina’s Favorites post about him help a lot with that process.
Smile along with me.
A Failure To Communicate…Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
For Throwback Day this week, laugh along with this Gina’s Favorites post
A Failure To Communicate
What we have is a failure to communicate.
When my son told me that his homework was done last night, I thought he meant that his homework was done. No no poo poo.
“My homework is done” means “I forgot to bring home my book,
Why Didn’t You Tell Him You AREN’T Blind?
by Gina Valley
“Why didn’t you tell him you aren’t blind?” I asked.
You can count on kids to blurt out every possible detail…as long as you don’t want them to. But, when a word from them could set the record straight or make everyone’s life easier, suddenly, they’re bound by a vow of silence.
“Why didn’t you tell him you aren’t blind?” I asked.
DadSpeak…Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
As we’re spending some extra time being thankful for the men who do the daddying in our lives this week, I decided my DadSpeak post would be perfect for Throwback Day this week.
Laugh along with this Gina’s Favorites post. And, have a Happy Father’s Day!
DadSpeak
I don’t know if you’re aware of this,
A Failure To Communicate
by Gina Valley
What we have is a failure to communicate.
When my son told me that his homework was done last night, I thought he meant that his homework was done. No no poo poo.
“My homework is done” means “I forgot to bring home my book, so I can’t possibly do this homework” or “I have stopped doing my homework,
Is That A Cake Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?
by Gina Valley
I’m not sure which is the “better” part of the upcoming Costume & Candy Extravaganza, also known as Halloween: the need to purchase the candy 50 times because we have no self-control, or the turning of our home into some sort of textile sweatshop in an effort to come up with costumes for 9 people,
