Of Chasing Feral Cats and Tia Maria and Diet Coke….

The Baby is somewhat of a video game connoisseur.  Oh hell, he is a full blown addict at the ripe old age of 8.   He is the only one of the three who made it to that category, so I guess I did okay.  Anyway, that is not the point.  He knows everything there is …

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I Will Never Get “Mother of the Year”, But Frankly, My Dears, I Don’t Give A Rat’s Ass ;)

    I am completely enamored with the fact that I am writing this at 37, some odd thousand feet in the air, aboard American Airlines Flight 2405 to Antigua.  Even at the age of 45, that I can write and publish a blog post, mid-air, shall never fail to impress me, thus proving to …

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He is My Voodoo Child, Baby……

  On Friday, the dreaded (only to me) cap and gown came home with Mini Me.  It is the gorgeous shade of purple that is his school color.  When he got it out of the bag, I audibly burst into tears. "OH MY GOD, MOM! If you are going to do that, then you cannot hold it!" he said. …

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