The Beginning of a Six-Pack

Not mine, of course.

Will is on my bed right now, showing me the beginning of his six-pack.  He's 8, remember, but he is working on his six-pack.  Since when do 8 year-old KNOW about six-packs...unless it's the diet dr. pepper in the basement frig (the beer is bought in greater volume than a mere 6-pack!) He's working on making the muscle "go higher and higher."  On my bed.  Because, that is the best place to exercise...at least that's what I tell myself when I roll over and go back to sleep!!!!

Drama

Who knew that boys have just as much drama as girls.

Last night, back-to-school barbecue, 11-year-olds...one in tears, the frustration of not being able to say and do to another what he wants to do--namely, punch him in the face. My son telling me today that a teacher heard the insult, yet didn't do anything about it. Me stuck between a rock and a hard place b/c I didn't witness the transgression, yet had to deal with the aftermath. And so fuming mad that I had a hard time being polite to the mother of the transgressor...but, it wasn't my son in tears, so....should I have said something? Was it right not to? Especially knowing that the other parent is not on the same parenting page as I.....

Ugh. You think you just want to get them born healthy and everything will be fine....then you have to get them grown.

It is COLD outside!!

First cold evening--well, 59 degrees feels cold when it was 90 in the shade three days ago. And, to top it off, we had a campout! NOTHING like sitting around a bonfire, eating camp food, roasting marshmallows for s'mores when it is chilly outside. Fab-u-lous!!! Even better b/c I am sleeping in my own bed instead of in a tent!
Sorry for all you people still sweating out the summer. I know we will get some more hot days, but the end is in sight!!

Woo-hoo.

Cutest Shoes in the Whole Wide World

How Gorgeous Are These Shoes?!?

For real, are they not phenomenal?
I found them for 70% off when I was shopping with Mom. Don't tell me I am not the bargain shopper! Of course, I do not have one thing to wear them with, but I will feel like the sexiest thing in the room when I wear these puppies!!!

Birth of my blog

And, so, it begins....I too join the ranks of those people who think that what they have to say is important enough to be accessed by random strangers.  What possessed me to think that I need to do this?  I certainly have enough to do without adding a self-imposed blogging requirement to my life.  But, you know what, I am kind of excited.  I guess it's like the birth of anything...without all the disgusting parts like blood and placenta....sorry, I digress.  So, like the birth of anything, the excitement is there before it actually happens, then you do this thing--hold it in your hands--and think, "This is cool, totally doable, I mean look at all the other morons who do this...if they can, surely I can."  Then, reality sets in, and you get the thing home.  "What in the world have I gotten myself into.  I have no idea what I am doing."

But, when it's all said and done, you do the best you can.