The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
The Glamorous Life Of The Modern Day Soccer Mom
Seriously Today – I’m Angry!
by Gina Valley
I’m angry.
Maybe more than angry.
Yes, definitely more than angry.
Yesterday, one of my daughters was the victim of a crime.
Five of my kids and I were out clothes shopping. My 19 year old son took my youngest kids to wait in our van while I paid for his sister’s clothes, as the line to pay was long and slow.
Friday Funnies – dvcvc
It’s Friday.
End of the week. Start of the weekend.
Pull up a chair & grab your favorite beverage.
Time to get your giggle on.
Friday Funnies – dvcvc
Smiles From Around The World Wide Web
Complied by Gina Valley
Visit the Gina Valley Facebook page and to “like”
Is That A Cake Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?…Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
While I’m trying to get my youngest son to decide between dressing up as a hot dog or a football player, and my youngest daughter continues to try to convince me that she needs to wear wings with her Egyptian princess costume, laugh along with this Gina’s Favorites post.
Is That A Cake Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?
Tuesday Tickles – dvuvc
Complied by Gina Valley
I love to share giggles.
Here’s some of the tweets
that made me laugh in the last week.
Great tweets from great tweeps:
In maybe her boldest I Am Canadian statement yet, tonight The Eldest fell asleep while reading a book about zambonis.
— Mike Reynolds (@PuzzlingPostDad) September 16,
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.
Laugh, Cry, Or Stab Somebody With A Fork!
by Gina Valley
Laugh along with this Gina’s Favorites post.
Laugh, Cry, Or Stab Someone With A Fork!
If there was even one clean fork in this house I’d have stabbed somebody.
Daughter#1 called during my morning meeting, which frankly wasn’t going that well anyway. Someone had just said that he didn’t understand my fee since I “just have to write down what pops into my head.”