Will someone please hire me for all of my Halloween decorating awesomeness? When people come to my house and look at me like I am crazy I want to be able to say, “Oh that, that is just my job. I have to do it.” – Abbie Gale at allthatmakesyou.com
I Was Interviewed by CNN and not for Mischief, Kind of Anyway
I am quoted by Shanon Cook from CNN today! Check it out by clicking the photo. Does Botox Affect The Ability To Parent? By Shanon Cook, CNN Below is the funny story that led to Shanon Cook contacting me. I have been so excited to share it with you. I wasn’t saying a word until I read the […]
Flowers for Hurricane and Lessons Learned
I grew up in the midwest and in fear of tornados that could form quickly and in the middle of the night. We moved to North Carolina during hurricane season.
It seems like such a gift that we know when a hurricane is coming, days in advance.
Katrina made me think.
Poor Tired Husbands and their Wives’ Naughty Books, My “Fifty Shades of Grey” Experience
I feel like an outcast.
My sweet, southern, girlfriends that I find so refreshing, have a little secret.
You can drive by their brick houses and see that something is going on with the family that lives there. The pansies that were planted last fall are leggy in their flower beds and should have been pulled out a month ago, and replaced with begonias. Their flower pots are sitting empty. Has there been a separation? Impending divorce? Illness?
No, they just discovered “mommy porn.” They are hiding in a little corner in their homes reading “Fifty Shades of Grey.” I know because when we go to soccer practices or the club their whispering about it, giggling. They greet each other with, “what page are you on?” They declare that the second book is better than the first. Everyone my age is talking about it as if they have never seen the opposite sex’s private parts in the daylight. They are acting like a locker room full of high school boys with a dirty magazine. I feel so left out!
When Did I Lose Faith in Myself?
We would be instant chums. She would tell me she appreciates my brass ba!!s when it comes to what I want to post and yet understands why I spell inappropriate words with symbols. She would give me the inside scoop on how things really work and tell me plainly what I am doing wrong and how I can improve. She would share my fondness of vodka and love of desserts. She would tell me there is a place for me and that I am not like everyone else that calls herself a blogger. She would offer me a cigar.