I'm sitting here laughing, but only in empathy. As much as I miss the 'little' years, I'm kind of glad my kids are past the stage of falling on their faces (hello, I said the floor was WET!). Of course, my oldest boy is 12, and he's all kinds of spastic.

You're too kind. We're in Texas, so we have to keep on our toes. :) Thank you!

It really is a heinous allegation. Kids get banged up. When my son was four he had pneumonia. His symptoms? A huge, swollen lip the size of a golf ball, very chapped lips stained bruise-purple from a popsicle and a bloody nose. Does that sound like pneumonia or something else? I was lucky to have an ER doc who…

I know...I'm...ugh this whole thing upsets me too much to think. I'm reading this and my 10 year old daughter is zipping in and out of the room, showing me her art work, talking about what a friend said at school. I look at her innocence and can't conceive how someone basically her age had to endure all she did.

Same here and I used to like them. My kids have banned them, too, even my 7 year old. I'm especially proud because my mom will still go because, "I like their ice cream." If my kids are with her, they will simply refuse to eat and hold to their belief. I hope they keep it up.

I found that line odd myself.

According to the rules I've set in my own head, Scott is blissful, happy, peaceful and in love, barely aware of the minutes Garner darkened his doorstep. Of course, I still hold a grudge.

I'm going to heart you and then keep clicking it. Awesome.

This page was open from last night on a laptop I hadn't used since then. Mehcad Brooks's name was highlighted in blue since I'd Googled him. I just find this funny because it looks like I just fell over from the hotness and never closed my pages. :) Because, damn... his hotness is worth commenting about the even…

Awesome. Thank you!

Cinnamon! I am so trying this! (Also, when my liquid is too too, I add some instant refried beans, just a bit, to thicken. Works great with any pot o' beans, taco meat or chili.) Thanks for posting this recipe. I never get my burritos to roll properly and now I think I see why.

Tell me about it. I just read the description to my husband, and after his initial 'wtf' expression, we both just stared at each other, speechless. How does this happen?

The upset stomach hits me pretty much every pms and sometimes midcycle. Drives me nuts. I do what I did when pregnant, have a Twizzler and diet coke. The fructose plus the carbonation makes gigantic burps...but it's more than that. (If you check the label on anti-nausea products, it's fructose). When I get like…

Ok, I'm starting to think I need to check out this show...

Bad daughter? I just want to say that you are amazing. I mean that. That you have taken care of yourself while still maintaining a relationship with your siblings is nothing short of admirable. I have no real words of wisdom, but as I sit here and read your words...I'm in awe. Take care of YOU. She's made her…

Same here. I love how my husband smells, especially the air he breathes out through his nose? Does that sound weird? On the flip side, he becomes, well, ultra-amorous when I'm ovulating. It's funny, really. He follows me around like a puppy and is completely unaware of it initially.

Me, too!

Yummy=feel good hormones=increased peace=good for you.

Three things: I agree with you completely, I've loved your screen name forever, and hearting you, because duh...

A married couple, I'd definitely understand. My confusion was couched in this being some guy she met on the internet and didn't seem to know well. I tell my husband that if something happened (god forbid, seconded!) I want to be left independently wealthy so I can enjoy my grief. :)