For those of you who know me well or who have read my blog in the past, you probably know I’m pretty obsessed about wanting a grandbaby girl. I seem to mention it on occasion. Ok, more than on occasion, but I’ve already confessed to being pretty obsessed so at least I own it. Anyway, I have no doubt when { read more… }

(Writing to you about 9am…)I contemplated posting a picture of me from December 1990 with this blog story. The picture would have been the perfect illustration for one reason – the glasses I was wearing. But, then I remember the clothes I was wearing, which were actually far, far worse than the glasses. Oh my! The outfit I had on. { read more… }

I won’t go into the whole, “I need a grandbaby girl” thing again because y’all have already heard that story, but still… I want you to feel my pain when I say it’s tough being the only girl in the house. None of the men in my life have the slightest bit of appreciation for my creative decorating skills, my { read more… }

I love a project. My boys (all three of them!) often accuse me of dreaming up projects to do. They say if I have five spare minutes on my hand, I can have three new projects planned. And, since there is some truth to that statement, I guess I’ll have to own it. And, while I’m self-disclosing here, I’ll go { read more… }

There is a lot you sign up for that you don’t actually know or understand when you become a mother. Given that my two boys are well past the baby years, I thought I was clearly over most of the unpleasant messes and smells that are involved in motherhood during the early years. I’ve worn spit-up in my hair and { read more… }

There is not a momma on this earth who could love her two boys more than I love mine, but let’s just be plain about this. I need a granddaughter! I’ve been quite explicit in letting my boys know… whoever gives me the first granddaughter gets the inheritance. Seems fair enough to me. I’ve been outnumbered for the past 22-1/2 { read more… }