I hope you understand and hope you might get to know me enough one day that you would know that hurting people is not even close to what I am about. I do admit that I find things to laugh about but that comes from waaayyyyy back. That comes from the same place that the people who like to make people laugh draw from. I kind of consider it a gift, even if I had to go around the block a bit to receive it.
I could make a tiered red velvet cake at his age, alone. I remember my mom handing me the keys to her Mazda when I was eleven and her saying, “Go get some bread and milk.” And I did. Doesn’t mean that it was right, but I could do it. He genuinely could not get his shoes laced up. He was mad and he was mad at me for not doing it for him.
What are you looking for when you come by to see me?
Why I Will Never be Freshly Pressed 1. I didn’t put TEN REASONS why I will never be “Freshly Pressed” as my title. Everyone knows you need a numbered list. 2. I usually have a picture of children being rotten in my posts. The pictures are also of poor quality because I am snapping it with a phone while […]
My pictures of children are of my children at commercial places like Disney World’s Epcot and not an ethnic and interesting child in Vietnam or some other culturally rich part of the world. I live in a subdivision. When we do go on vacation it is to places that don’t require a 22 hour plane ride and 9 vaccinations for each child.