Running Red Momma

It is late at night, but life is like a sitcom. My husband has a buddy at work. They get along great. So, we have a first date tomorrow night. He sent me a link of the wife's blog. I immediately found out she is crafty. Not like has some fun hanging and making stuff. NO! She designs pillows, quilts, repaints things and makes them cuter. Picture after picture of gorgeous designs like you see on design mom and itsy (or whatever that thing is that is sooo not me.) My husband then tells me she can program software. My response "great, not only is she crafty, she is smart." I've got nothin'! No hand. My fall back is usually claiming I am smart. Really, it is a back up to the fact I have no other talents. It is like a big smoke screen. But, if you ask my kids--well, husband is funny and I am good at having kids. Yes, stop,slow it down. I am good at having kids . I noticed they didn't even assign me gender typical talents of cooking, cleaning or nurturing

While strolling through my favorite blow-some-money-wonder-where-it-went-store (Target), I blankly smiled at some twins as I walked by them. Suddenly, their faces were clear to me in a flash. I recalled their names, personalities and the time of day I knew them. A long time ago, I taught in less than ideal circumstances. It was a trial of FIRE I tell you. Kids came in high after lunch, some were on parole. Many of them acted like they had never sat and learned. These twins exasperated me. I didn't have much control and was glad when the year with them ended. I picked myself up and tried to be a better teacher. No, they didn't apologize when they graduated and I never grew to love them. I would not describe them as my arch-enemy. Yet, my brain did say oh the "_______ twins" from 5th period! That was over 15 years ago! Immediately, I checked myself in a full-length mirror. I wanted them to know I had moved-on. I was happy and not in some kind of therapy for &q

It has been quite a while for me here in blogland. What have I been doing? Oh, getting all sorts of stressed and reading parenting books. I need a good laugh ya know. I was going to share a small vignette about my yearly lady exam. But, then hark...what if I were to run for political office? What if I were in some position in a spritual/church setting where this would be bad? (Well, let the laughter subside.) Instead, for now, let me share two lists of words. Words I like or like to say: brouhaha luminescent--so descriptive "swear words" yes that phrase. My children always ask me if I am actually swearing hooha sheesh epistemology-makes me so smart. Wait, what did she say? "mom time is over!" algorithm Words I can't say or don't like saying: crotch--personal ugg word omnipotent--who else says Omni--potent? Penelope--Penny Lope rad--as in "that is so rad" I was wrong--I prefer well....... Relax I have put myself to the challenge of finding five f