i feel for you. i had similar issues in school.

one of my sons thought that his closet made a great outhouse for when he was too lazy to walk to the bathroom. unfortunately, we only used the closet for storage, so i rarely opened it. i discovered what he'd been doing when it started to leak through the living room ceiling. i had to rip out all the drywall from the…

i got brave this year and got a bikini. it's boy shorts style bottoms and a "full coverage" halter top. so my tummy is bare from just below my belly button (like the dark blue shorts with red piping up there) to just below my breasts, but i'm not going to fall out of the top or spend forever re-adjusting my suit.

the last time my oldest pulled that crap on me was when he was around 9. it turned out he was starting to get an ear infection. still not an excuse at that age, but much more understandable. he's also a superADHD kid (he literally vibrates until his meds kick in in the morning and i do mean literally) and has some…

this reminds me of a (former) friend who, with only one fairly calm girlchild, just "couldn't understand" why my house was usually a mess of toys and potato chip crumbs and why my 4 boys fought and made up like they breathed (aka constantly). i mean, she could park the girl in front of a Disney movie and go take a…

maybe it's just a crazy black cat thing? do they really have special talents aside from lying on the black rug in the dark hallway?!

one of my dearest friends describes himself as "Korean by birth, Irish-German by culture". he has several siblings, both Korean (not biologically related) and white, and as far as they're concerned, they're just a family that happens to be different colours on the outside (his description).

omg, you stole my cat! but seriously, the all-black one looks exactly like my big black beastie, who is usually referred to as "the baby panther". does yours have pointy little paws that he digs into whatever soft bits of your body he can step on? i've had paw-shaped bruises on my thighs and stomach before. 20+ pounds…

ha! my cats express their joy in seeing me by shoving their fuzzy little butts in my face, too. i usually tell them that i'd like the other end of the cat, please, and scoot them around. not like it lasts, or anything, but i try.

*applause*

another pro-choice mother of 4, here! *waves*

German is an interesting language. it's got a very distinctive sound to it, and it's written form (at least, modern German) is somewhat simple for an English-reader to sort out. i also have some experience with Middle and Old English, so maybe that's why German seems self-explanatory to me!

oooh, Russian is the one i've been working on lately! my boyfriend is semi-fluent in it and we've been working on it together. i just can't seem to wrap my brain around Cyrillic writing, though, no matter how hard i try. he's actually reading a spy novel in Cyrillic as i type this!

because it hurts more, you twit!

generally, i say it tastes better if i'm not the one that spent 3 hours making it!

totally OT, but i'm curious... what are your other 2 languages?

i think i love you. i'm guessing your screen name is more than just a word you liked?

as a new mom, i was utterly terrified that i was going to break, disfigure, or otherwise permanently damage this tiny little human that i was totally responsible for. mind you, i had basically raised my baby sister, and at 11 years old had had absolutely no issues with changing/dressing/bathing a tiny baby. but my own…

these guys are doing it wrong. my last OB/Gyn was the best of both worlds, really. he was PERSONALLY against abortion, but PROFESSIONALLY he had no issues with it. when i burst into tears on finding out for sure i was expecting #4, he said he could see that this was unexpected and unwanted and, if i wanted to "do…

oh, so true. it drives me crazy when i'm exhausted, and one of the guys or kids is all, "what are we having for dinner?" and i say "i don't know or care" but they can't make up their damn minds to save their life. there are days i just want to fall on my knees and beg them all "please, please, please, don't make me…