When I was growing up, we hosted most of the family get togethers at our house. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, neighbors – it seemed like there was a reason to celebrate at our house nearly every single month.
Which meant that every single month, we would spend an entire morning trying to
When I was growing up, we had a Cocker Spaniel dog named Ramona Quimby. (Yes, I got to name her. Yes, I was in 2nd grade and reading the Ramona Quimby books at the time.)
Ramona was an amazing dog. She loved to snuggle and eat. And eat. And eat some more.
At one point, she was 20 pounds O
I’m going to tell you something that might shock you.
Or if you knew me in high school, it won’t actually be surprising at all.
Here it is:
I remained a virgin all through high school.
I now realize that this was all part of a carefully orchestrated plan by my mother.
She did sev
My mom is on her way to my house as I type – and I am so excited!
If you read this post, then you know that she loves to visit, but I drive her a little nuts.
But this trip, I am ready for her!
I have Ruffles potato chips and french onion dip in the pantry. I bought her a brand new, QUEEN s
When I was 10 years old, my mom asked me to grab some chicken out of the deep freezer in the basement.
“But all the lightbulbs are burned out,” she said. “So don’t be scared that it’s dark down there.”
I grew up in a house that had been built by my great-grandparents during World War II. There
So I’ve been reading through some of the posts I’ve written about my mom – and I have to say – I feel a little guilty.
Yes – I could have died when she bought my brother a bb gun – or when she fed me raw ground beef.
Yes – she never took me to Disney World (after telling me to spend my entire
It’s no secret that I love my mom. It’s also no secret that I love to pick on her from time to time. (You can click here to see all of my “mom” posts.) From lying to me about all sorts of things growing up to putting maxi pads all over my back in 8th grade, she kept my childhood interesting – to say
Well – apparently it’s pick on my mom week. I just can’t stop.
You can read the rest of this week’s posts here:
Monday – My Mother’s Indecent Proposal
Tuesday – Was she smoking crack while I was growing up?
Wednesday – She may or may not have tried to wipe my bottom when I was 21
I will be the first to admit that it is HARD to have your kids grow up. My Alice is almost 4 years old, and I still try to breastfeed her before bed every night.
I’m kidding. I don’t try to breastfeed her.
But I do reminisce about the days when she used to sleep all day long.
Okay – ki