I went to pick up Jackson from afterschool care. “How much is a hundred dollars worth Mom?” asked my very eager, inquisitive six year old. It’s a lot Jackson, why? “I want to buy an iPad.” Jackson stated so mater-of-factly. Well it’s a more than a hundred dollars. It’s at least six, maybe even eight [...]
The Gremlins in the Recycle Bin are Pervs.
February 11, 2012 Leave a Comment
There’s a certain lingerie magazine that I must have unknowingly subscribed to when I made my yearly purchase of bras in Vegas last September. I perhaps checked yes to the subscription, I don’t know, cause I am notorious for not reading the fine print (see Rogers post). I received my first edition this month. Flipped [...]
Busted!
January 31, 2012 2 Comments
Mondays. This Monday I could have stayed in bed. This Monday the kids could have stayed in bed. This Monday we all stayed in bed until 8 am. The we had to rush. As we were rushing around to get everyone dressed or actually have Mommy watch everyone get dressed, Easty says “look what I [...]
That Hurts.
January 28, 2012 3 Comments
I remember being about 10 or 11. I swore I was the LAST person ever in the entire world to get earrings. My Mom told me that I could get them, as long as I didn’t cry. I didn’t realize that perhaps after I got them, is when the tears would come. I didn’t cry [...]
Phineas and Ferb: The Best LIVE Tour Ever!
January 25, 2012 5 Comments
This Sunday, the Monkee Family was invited to travel south to Everett, WA to attend Disney’s Phineas and Ferb: The Best LIVE Tour Ever! Phineas and Ferb and the rest of the Tri-State Area crew magically slide off the screen onto the stage to sing and dance to some of the boy’s most famous songs from [...]
Wisdom from Dr. Seuss
January 19, 2012 7 Comments
I think that we all have memories of being bullied, that we would like to forget. I distinctly remember a good friend in elementary school refusing to walk home with me in junior high, scared that if she did walk with me that she too would be severely bullied and harassed, just by associating with me. That probably hurt me the [...]
