I get that it’s easier to walk through a door and not hold it open for the person behind you or to look-through the cashier scanning your groceries instead of seeing her.  I know how good it feels to flip someone the bird when they cut you off or to purposely not let someone merge into your lane just because. 

It’s been a fun few days for me on the internety world.  Nothing like telling a few thousand of your closest friends you *may* have shit your pants a couple of times to keep you humble.

Good times, good times indeed.

Today I thought I’d step away from my neurotic tendencies - ’cause god only knows, I can write about that shit all day long – and talk about skin care.

Son No. 1 decided recently he wanted to write a book.  Of course I was all over it and gave him a little notebook to start on his new career path. 

My excitement has since waned...

In case you can't read it or decipher the spelling mistakes it says:

Meet Mom.  She is incredibly strict and hates children which is strange because she has kids.  The family doesn't like her. The mom's name is Tak.

We have no video games or hand held electronic games in our house.  Zero.  None. Nadda. Nothing.

Actually, that's not completely true.  We have a little box you can plug into the t.v. to play Pac Man. My kids only source of video game entertainment is a game I played 25 years ago. 

Ya...I’ll just give you a second to let that one sink in.

*whistling, tapping fingers on desk*

Typically when I tell other mother’s this, I get one of two reactions.

Shock and Awe:  How do you survive?