So recently something came to my attention. It was my fatness. Fat is a relative term I know. For me it’s when I wake up one day and realize that I am 12 pounds heavier than I was last year. Fat for me is not just knowing that I no longer fit into my skinny jeans that…
Giving the finger to the tradition of the obligatory holiday card reciprocity By Shelly Cone Every year during the holidays I start to cringe when I check the mailbox. I know at some point I will open the mailbox and that first Christmas card of the season will be sitting there all gold and sparkly…
By Shelly Cone Recently, my husband and I celebrated our 12-year wedding anniversary. Yeah, congratulations to me, right? Of course I’m thrilled that 12 wonderful years of wedded bliss has been easy peasy for us, but anniversaries cause me some amount of anxiety. What should be a happy occasion I usually look upon with dread…
My son Jake tells me suspiciously, “mom I’ve got to ask you something. Well I mean I’ve already run this by dad, but, he said to ask you.” “OK, ask” I said. “well, when we were at the park, well OK here is a backstory, there was this …” “He wants to buy a bird,”…
Boo I’m back. It’s been months, I know. But it’s been eventful time away. This past year I almost died. I had two major surgeries. Took in two foster children for safekeeping and then sent them on their way. I saw my PR business double. I’ve held down the fort as my husband has spent…
What would you do if you had two nights alone with your spouse in a suite overlooking the beach, across from the boardwalk? Stay out all night, dine in an expensive restaurant, have monkey sex all night long. WRONG! You wouldn’t do any of that. Or maybe that’s just me and my husband. Maybe we’re…
Last night, my nieces who have been living with us for five months went back to live with their mom. Which means a little more freedom in my house. Freedom to eat sushi and quinoa and goat cheese and other things that don’t require a slathering of ranch dressing. Freedom to do some housecleaning in my…
I’m afraid I owe the staff of Big 5 an apology for the awful things my Brain said about them. Not that they will ever know, however. So I guess that means I owe them a mental apology. Among the nasty things I viciously thought about them is that they are stupid morons that think…
Moms, you poor overworked, under appreciated ragga muffins you. I am feeling for moms right now. Of course, it is because I know first hand what it is like. Afterall, I spend many a two-weeks-at-a-time being single mom to three rambunctious boys and two really weird girls when my husband is sent off on business….
In our house it’s sometimes hard to get a word in edgewise. Just yesterday I walked in the door from work and was immediately bombarded by the baby–”Hi mom, hi mom, mom, mom, mom, mom” and Jake–”Mom, my open house at school was changed to tonight,” and Chase –”Mom I have a field trip tomorrow,…