but then spell check should have at least caught "anyways"…

this got my biggest laugh of the night

this got my biggest laugh of the night

I don't know, it was Christmas, and I find it pretty easy to convince people to go my way sometimes.  when my brother was in the ICU, we had ten people in there to watch a football game with him, including my kids who were 2 years old and 8 months old at the time.

I don't know, it was Christmas, and I find it pretty easy to convince people to go my way sometimes.  when my brother was in the ICU, we had ten people in there to watch a football game with him, including my kids who were 2 years old and 8 months old at the time.

see I've always thought the whole Santa thing was a stepping stone for kids to believe in god. 
And I hate lying to my kids about it (but I also don't really believe in what most people's version of god is either)
Note:  when "god" is drawn or imagined  by kids, he often looks like Santa. A big man with a big white…

see I've always thought the whole Santa thing was a stepping stone for kids to believe in god. 
And I hate lying to my kids about it (but I also don't really believe in what most people's version of god is either)
Note:  when "god" is drawn or imagined  by kids, he often looks like Santa. A big man with a big white…

dances were a big deal at my middle school; and we totally danced like Kristina did…or even worse: both hands on the boy's shoulders and the boy would put his hand on the girl's waist.  We wouldn't talk the entire time and couldn't even make eye contact with each other.  BUT afterwards we'd run to our girl friends…

dances were a big deal at my middle school; and we totally danced like Kristina did…or even worse: both hands on the boy's shoulders and the boy would put his hand on the girl's waist.  We wouldn't talk the entire time and couldn't even make eye contact with each other.  BUT afterwards we'd run to our girl friends…

My brother is going through the end stages of his cancer right now, and it's just brutal watching this show for me…(in a good way, I could use the good cry)

My brother is going through the end stages of his cancer right now, and it's just brutal watching this show for me…(in a good way, I could use the good cry)

Practically every gay person I know was once "straight"…or at least still closeted.  It's difficult to just accept that you're gay right off the bat without dating a few people from the other team, especially as teenagers when you're still trying to figure out who the heck you are anyway.

Practically every gay person I know was once "straight"…or at least still closeted.  It's difficult to just accept that you're gay right off the bat without dating a few people from the other team, especially as teenagers when you're still trying to figure out who the heck you are anyway.

like my kids climbing trees…no problem getting up and getting way too high, but then afraid to come back down…

like my kids climbing trees…no problem getting up and getting way too high, but then afraid to come back down…

We often forget to lock our front door at night (heck you don't want to know how many times we forget to lock our back door…even when going away on vacation)
(ok, maybe you DO want to know that…good thing you don't know where i live!)

We often forget to lock our front door at night (heck you don't want to know how many times we forget to lock our back door…even when going away on vacation)
(ok, maybe you DO want to know that…good thing you don't know where i live!)

ugh my husband gets so upset when I gently nudge him and tell him he's snoring. It's now easier to go sleep on the couch…

ugh my husband gets so upset when I gently nudge him and tell him he's snoring. It's now easier to go sleep on the couch…

I constantly fight this struggle.  Many days I have to stay late at work adn end up missing something for my kids.  Just yesterday a surgery was running late and I had to stay two hours late. I had to scramble to have a friend pick up my kids from day care and bring them to their evening choir practice.  My husband…