The last thing that made me laugh really hard….the “bring tears to your eyes” kind of laugh…the kind that leaves you flopping on your sofa, gasping for oxygen… …was this scene from “Couples Retreat”. Seriously. Ok, so the movie in total wasn’t the funniest…or best… I’ve seen, despite the great cast…but there were two scenes…one at the beginning, and one at the end…. Why is it so funny? Because, if you are a parent, you can easily see this happening. Oh, the mortification… (The lead in is a little long on this video…but stay with it.) I thought my husband was going to hyperventilate. Really. Because at the start of…

One of the many things that I have been meaning to write about is this last week’s prompt for Project We: ~ sweet ~ I have a sweet tooth. A big one.  I love chocolate. I love cake. I love chocolate cake. I have found a new love in Chocolate covered mint creme Oreo’s that my mom sent over last week (*thanks, Mom*). I can say with all honestly that they are even better than the Girl Scout Thin Mints (which are equally impossible to get over here). And yes, while probably not the most Weight Watcher’s friendly, if I eat my veggies I can leave a few points for…

winter is fun winter  is cold winter is cruel winter is snowy winter is snow storms i like winter because I can go on the sledge. Wheeee! I like winter because i can scoop snow winter is white This was written by Sam, as part of “Project We”. This is a late entry to last week’s theme, which obviously, was Winter.

I’ll admit it – Winter is my least favorite season, and once Christmas is over, I’m really ready to move on to spring. I tried to convince myself that warm cozy sweaters and tall boots are my favorite things about winter, but really? Those are late fall items. And I’m a sundress and sandals kind of girl. I don’t like snow. My favorite bit about snow? It covers the fields. Which makes the sheep stay inside. (Read: so my pup isn’t eating/rolling in loads of sheep poo. Eeeww.)  I do admit, I enjoy our walks through the fields. However, winter here is not all about snow. Because the reality is, they…

I am a moron. And my poor son is paying for it. My last (read: American) dentist asked for a sample of our tap water so that he could test it for fluoride content, so that he could confirm that we all were getting enough. So when I moved here, did I even think to ASK if the water is fluorinated? It is not. And the local dentist didn’t do full mouth fluoride treatments. Or offer us fluoride tablets. Or suggest a fluorinated dental rinse (everything the new dentist we are seeing suggested). Apparently, they also do terrible fillings, because I just learned yesterday that the OTHER tooth that Boo…

Yes, last week I used the word “asshats”. One of my goals for this year is to try to swear less. It’s not going so well. And at the moment I tweeted this, I was very stressed out. You see, my son has a gorgeous, wide smile. And I would like to keep it that way. Boo had been suffering from a bad toothache the past 3 days – so bad that it had been keeping him up at night. When I asked him where it hurt, he pointed to the new “baby” molar that is coming in. Since he’s always had a difficult time with molars, we wrote it…

As a former client relations manager, I know that the concept to “smile when you are talking on the phone and you will sound happy” (even when you are angry/frustrated/annoyed) is an  excellent one. It really works. So is the idea that it is impossible to stay angry when you laugh. It is why I always try to make my children laugh when they are in a full on rage. (Note: This is not the same as laughing at them, which will ALWAYS make them even more enraged with you.) This is also why, as a stressed out 30-something in the hedge fund industry, my mommy bought me a “Tickle…

Today, Miss Pea was angry at me. For something. Like making her get dressed for school. Or trying to help. Or something. I forget. In a fit of rage, she threw down her skirt and yelled “I just can’t take it any more. I hate this life. I’m packing my bags and I’m running away!!!!” Trying VERY hard not to show a hint of a smile (because you know that just riles them up all the more) I asked where she would go and who she would stay with. I told her I’d miss her very much. She scowled, then said stonily: “Well, I’m coming back on Monday. Yeah. If…