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Today I woke up in a bit of an icky mood. Aside from the fact that I rose at 5:30 (not willingly) my freshly bathed dog rolled in crap and two giant zits had sprung up like weeds on my face sometime during the night. Fantastic. I thought people my age weren't supposed to get zits anymore.



With my less than wonderful disposition this morning came the question I ask myself once in a while "Why? Why? Why do I write this blog?" It started as a… Continue

I have a wedding anniversary coming up and if you asked me how long I've been married I couldn't tell you. It's not that I don't care, I just don't remember. It's a numbers thing with me. Can't add, subtract or recall them in any way, shape, or form. I admit that I am numerically challenged. I rode the "special" bus with the other mathematically dim children when I was in elementary school.



I was married in a beautiful Pacific Heights mansion overlooking the San Francisco Bay. My… Continue

I've had my share. Moments in time that I would love to rewind and erase....



Tripping, face first (the only way isn't it?) ripping my sweater, as I made my way into the subway car in NYC , doors closing, only to discover I was indeed on the wrong train, heading in the wrong direction.



I remember it as if it were yesterday. Peeing in my pants in art class when I was 6 and totally denying it "Must have been someone in the class before me" I said. No one bought it but no one… Continue

I firmly believe that diapers and Pull Ups should not be decorated with pretty princesses, cute cars or happy puppies. They should be emblazoned with screaming fiery demons at the gates of Hell and scary one eyed clowns. Maybe even come with some sort of horrific aroma like rotten garbage or skunk. I think that way the kids will learn to use the toilet pretty quickly. My daughter loves these Pull Ups more than chocolate chip cookies and I've had a hard time of her letting go.



She… Continue