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Sure, the last interception was brilliant last night, but everyone knows what the best part about that game was.
A parting gift from the place I used to call home.
If you get nervous standing next to the balcony on the second story of a mall, you might want to stick to the sidewalk with this one.
I could just tell her, you know what? Eat the school lunch. BUT THEN SHE WOULD NEVER EAT LUNCH.
For all the time that I spend on the couch reading US Weekly and eating bonbons.
Milli Vanilli had it all wrong. Blame it on Mercury.
Some of you may remember the video I've embedded in this post and you're either going to love me or hate me for it.
A mini-McKenzie for all the Boones who dare read this website.
Sunday morning cinnamon rolls are a tradition and do these guys ever know it.
Daydreaming of all things crisp and fresh for the dark mornings of winter.
There's got to be a support group for parents whose children are addicted to this game.
Seriously, what were filmmakers in the Eighties thinking when producing puberty education videos?
He's now back to his brooding and contemplative self, but for a few days he had lilt in his step.
It's fine. I baby-proofed that table with some turpentine.
Since I'm going through old folders of photos, why not one of the Former Congressman.
My little baby Bobo, innocent and perfect in every possible way.
There was this one time when I posed with a baby elephant on the side of the road in Thailand, and I'm still making monthly donations to a refuge in an effort to apologize.
When quality "me" time goes horribly wrong at the hands of religious children's songs.
Oh god, I just read that this plant grows well in "low" light. Will be rearranging things shortly.
On behalf of all her classmates who probably whittled down seven pencils each trying to figure out that math problem.