In the U.S., they mark certain months and/or colors as “awareness” for various causes. October, is known to many as “Breast Cancer Awareness” month. In accordance with that, many companies sell “pink” (the color signifying breast cancer awareness) items, and donate a percentage of the proceeds towards breast cancer research. Why am telling you this? Because it’s the preface of my latest “OMG did my 5 year old REALLY just say that” story. (Sadly I take many of the over the top remarks that she makes as a sort of flattery.) Continue Reading
It’s been over 2 weeks since I’ve blogged, and I apologize. It was nice to have a comment: “where are you Megs? I need a laugh!” Well I’m back. And here’s your daily laugh… as always: at my expense. Continue Reading
I have had this blog drafted up for 2 days now, and just haven’t had the time to finish so YES, after all this work I AM going to combine TWO Daily Posts prompts into one blog.
Anyone who remotely knows me needs to realized one VERY vital fact: I have never EVER, nor will I EVER BE a morning person. Look, I dislike them so much that I even put it in my sarcasm font: morning people. See. The only exception to that rule is that if I stay up without going to sleep at ALL then yes, I WILL be a morning person. Otherwise, if I have hit the bed, and need to arise from slumber ANY time before 9 am…people may (and have) die. Continue Reading
I was awakened by my little 5 year old at 6:30 am by a persistent “Mom. Mom. Mommy.” When the darling hubs (who KNOWS I am USELESS in the morning) tried to help her, she just kept “mom”-ing and we knew something was up.
SO…once again the Daily Prompt word of the day, ‘street’ gave me inspiration! And, much to your misfortune, it reminded me of another story from my (*cough EVIL*) childhood.
This story took place when I was 4, so that means it was winter of 1986 or early in 1987. All I know is that it was COLD and snowy out. The kind of cold where you mom sticks you in one of those full-body snowsuits that make moving incredibly difficult and you kind of shuffle without bending limbs like Young Frankenstein’s monster. Continue Reading