Good Morning Dear Readers. 🙂 I have been feeling a bit frazzled lately and now that I take a look at things I realize I haven;t been giving my full attention to you or my all out best effort although considering what I have been doing I thought I was doing a pretty good job.… Read More I Have a Valid Reason, I do!
When I got divorced and was given the title of primary custodial parent to my children, I was also given a court order that specified that the noncustodual parent was to pay me a certain amount a month for the care and support of the children and should I not be paid the specified amount… Read More The Irony is Gonna Kill Me
Ah the promise that title holds. especially if you are a struggling single mom and if you are a newbie to singledom with offspring, you may have clicked on it hoping to have the magic answer to your questions and not have to reinvent the wheel of surviving while the kids are out… Read More A Single Mom’s (ok, Dad’s too) Summer Survival Guide
When you are divorced with kids, there is typically that little thing included in the divorce decree that outlines a custody and visitation schedule for said kids. You quickly figure out that even though you aren’t married anymore, you still have a connection with this person that you divorced, that you will for many years… Read More There is Peace in the Valley
This is not cool. I think I fell through a wormhole and into a parallel universe. I don’t even know what a wormhole is yet, I think fell through one? It must be true then. Right? You can’t make stuff up and know what you are talking about. That’s just plain crazy. Things aren’t right.. Everything… Read More Missing: Donut, Hole-less with Sprinkles. Reward for its Return (preferably unlicked)
OK I Interrupt… I I I no We in I and it’s all me… HEY! Stop throwing….what the heck? is THAT? Never mind you are making this much longer than it has to be… We I interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you a Cracked Public Service Announcement!!!
As most of you know, I am a Gr..Gr..Grandmother. For those of you who don’t know. I am a Gr…Gr…Gr… I am Grams. Short for Grahama Crackers… a name voted on by you my dear readers. I won’t go into all the details.. if you want to know the whole story, you can go here, (Pull out… Read More Gram’s Cracker Crumbs – He’s gonna be a star!
Sometimes it seems that life, that which happens when we are trying to get where we want to be, can be better than getting to where we want to be. The journey better than the destination. Or maybe it is the destination that is the sweetest and the journey is what we reflect on after… Read More A Moment of Reflection, What’s in the Box
If any of you have ever heard the song The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert, then you know it is a poignant tribute… I never listen to that song without thinking of the house that I grew up in, in Colorado. We moved there when I was little, first grade maybe and my… Read More The House That Helped Build Me
Today’s Mental Moment is on a Whim, inspired by discussion on my morning post. A bit of nostalgia, but also a public service message reminding us all that taking the garbage out… is a necessity.
This is a continuation of The Devil Comes in Blue…. So it seems I must go on.. A few months after the hospital, he got a message from an old “friend” on Facebook. No big deal. She had started a company or partnered with someone to start a company and was making big money from… Read More Colder Weather
First of all I should clear up that I am not at all reluctant anymore – about the being a grandma, I am reluctant about being called grandma. I was reluctant about the whole big picture until the little monkey was born and now I just love him so damn much that I can’t stand… Read More Observations of a Reluctant Grandmother
There were strange happenings at my house. I got it straightened out eventually but it wasn’t easy. I had an extra border you see. One that wasn’t part of the gaggle I gave birth too and very good at staying out of sight even though he was responsible for 98% of the mishaps in the… Read More Not Me Needs to Get The Hell Out of My House!
This is a story I want to tell of the Indigo Child who isn’t mine except in my heart. But that makes her just as much mine as any other child I have carried and brought into this world. At least I feel like it does. I met her on a fine September day. Id… Read More Of the Indigo Child Who Isnt Mine except in My Heart….