My dad is 95 Years Old. He will be 96 in December. I asked him recently if he'd ever thought of being a poet. I was surprised to hear his answer.
My dad is 95 Years Old. He will be 96 in December. I asked him recently if he'd ever thought of being a poet. I was surprised to hear his answer.
Do you worry about how much someone drinks? Hmm. Yes I do. I don't worry about how much I drink but I do worry about how much my husband might drink. Lucky for me my husband doesn't drink all that much, so I don't have to worry too often. But, I am upset when someone is drunk at a party, especially if I'm not drinking.
My father is an obstinate man. If I tell him it’s raining, he tells me it’s not. One day, I commented how interesting it was for a painter to paint a cow bright red, and he replied matter of factly, “There are red cows, I’ve seen them.”
There’s nothing worse than buying expensive pens and having them swiped by your 12-year-old so he can trade them for candy at school. Yes. You heard correctly. My son actually trades my pens for candy. I want him to be an entrepreneur but not at the expense of my pens.
I started out with one child like most women do. Then, three and a half years later I ended up having twins, so I jumped from one to three overnight. Now, I have to admit when I had just one my attitude was a little different, and I can honestly say that three children is the tipping point.
My first scary memory as a child happened when I was three. A sound had woken me up in the middle of the night. I heafd a knock on the door and my mom talking. So, I squeezed my blankie and headed down the dark hallway toward the living room. I remember my mom looked very nervous. Then, there was another knock.
I have twins. They are 8-years-old now. And I can tell you after almost nine years of having twins there are some things people say that really PISS ME OFF. There are also things that are NOT SAID that PISS ME OFF. So either way, if it's the first decade post birth, anyone who speaks or looks at me the wrong way is treading on THIN ICE.
My son, 11 years old at the time, shot this time-lapse of our couple hours at the beach in Capri. Read about our fast-paced trip to Italy, 10 cities in 1o days.
A 6th grade trip to Italy, God help me. 12 children, 3 parents, 2 teachers. 11 days. EF Tours was the chosen tour company, known for being cheap. They lived up to their reputation. We arrived in Milan on a Monday, after 31 hours of travel beginning at 3:30am at LAX, a long layover in NYC and finally Milan, five movies later. We met up with other assigned groups at the airport. 51 of us piled onto our tour bus that would become our second home for the next 9 days. I’m not a group person.