The Santa Photo is the single most important of my holiday traditions. It is the one that I started when Mini Me was a baby, and it has happened every single year, henceforth. Mini Me has asked for a stopping point, seeing as though he is 17 years old. My answer was a bit vague....The Baby is only 7. I am …
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Mini Me and I flew back to Atlanta from Boston on Saturday, August 8, to get ready to leave for Nashville the next day.....
In August I entered a contest. I never win anything, but the minute I hit the "send" button, I knew I had won.
Yesterday, The Middle Child auditioned for musical. I think that sentence should have read: Yesterday, The Middle Child auditioned for the musical. The spring performance at The Middle Child's school (and also that of Mini Me) is always a musical, and is simply referred to as musical until they (whoever they are) decide which musical …
I am writing today with a very heavy heart. My dear, dear Mini Me is very ill. He is suffering from a terrible case of what is known is Senioritis, and he has one of the worst cases I have ever seen. Senioritis causes its victims to not want to do things like their school …
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This is going to be difficult to tell. Mostly because I am already laughing. It was unseasonably warm for mid-October. We were still riding with our windows down. This is something that people who live in small, country towns do--or used to do. I don't know about now, because I haven't lived there in over …
Continue reading If You Boys’ll Just Help Me Flip This Car Over….. (A Grandmothah Bennett Story)
Grandmothah Bennett was my step-grandmothah. She did not want her son to marry Mothah. He did anyway. She was pissed. He did not give a damn. She did come around after a few years 😉 I think..... Grandmothah Bennett would show up at Robin's Nest Farm (the name of my stepfathah's farm, and where …
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Wednesday morning, The Middle Child walked into my room dressed in business attire. I found this a little odd, since she was taking the PSAT and would not even see her business ed teacher. "Why the hell do you have that on?" I asked. "The teacher is going to actually check and see if …
I am a creature of habit. I do not like change. My Daddy is an architect, and when I was seven years old, he bartered his architecture services for a share in a condo at Litchfield Beach, SC. That condo is where I still vacation every year, even now, 38 years later. I am telling …
**This post contains language that some may find offensive. If the F-Bomb offends you, please exit http://thepsychomother.com immediately, and never, ever return. You have been warned, fair and square. Thank you. Last Friday, we allowed what some might deem the unallowable to happen. We allowed Mini Me to drive my car, by himself, to Murfreesboro, TN, to …
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