In the midst of my flu-induced haze Friday evening, I had just enough presence of mind to check the results of this year's cheerleading tryouts. That's right. Cheerleading tryouts. Both of my sons made Tascosa High School Cheerleaders for the second year running. If you thought I was shocked when they told us that they wanted to try out last ( Read more... )

(Today's play took place Friday, wherein my high school junior came home for lunch and began the process of making himself a sandwich.
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I have two teenaged boys ( Read more... )

It's been a really fantastic summer. For every year I can remember, I've always been ready for school to start. Being a person that craves peace and quiet, summertime with two boys hasn't always been conducive to my sanity. This summer, though, maturity, personalities and schedules hit the perfect storm. A storm that I really don't want to end ( Read more... )

I think we can all dispense with the idea that I can blog every day. It was a pipe dream, and I wanted to believe, but like so many other things I love, I get distracted and ....oooh! Something Shiny! And I just forget ( Read more... )

My son, my firstborn, my thirteen year old, who is currently waffling back and forth between being the sweet boy he's always been and a complete and total ASS, called me this morning to bring something to the school that he forgot ( Read more... )

My children know most of the words to many AC/DC songs. They've a sarcastic bent that can be blamed on me. The older one has a rather dark sense of humor, and the younger one eschews the company of other people in favor of being alone.

These things are my fault. But this time, readers, this time I've gone too far.

( Please don't call CPS. Thanks. )

I love the arts. It’s no secret that for most of my life I have focused on avoiding competitive sports at all costs. It’s a personal thing. My first instinct, when someone throws a spherical object at me, is to get the hell out of the way. Or shield my face. Or bat it away. Or shriek. Or maybe all of those at once ( Read more... )

But if I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret. So here's a star bullet point update, instead ( Read more... )

Someone recently asked the question, "So, have we become our parents?"

My first reaction? 'Oh, heck no. I'm still cool.'

Which is a dead giveaway for someone who is patently not cool to say ( Read more... )