So, there are feminists who will tell me that using “porn” to describe anything is like swallowing Patriarchal spooge. Meh. I stumbled across this, and wanted to share. Faux pas, or not, this is a hot list: Feminism 101 I feel all tingly now.
Labor Day Weekend, I shall turn 34. There will be sushi, hibachi, karaoke and chopstick art. You are cordially invited to celebrate with me and a gaggle of friends (honk, honk!) as we rock out, dance a little, drink a lot and act like typical 30-something moms on a night out. Oh yes, we will annoy you. Just be prepared. Labor Day Weekend: Northern Virginia and/or DC. Come join the fun, because it ain’t a party unless random internet strangers show up with more booze.
I’m here at my dear friend’s house. Some say she’s Mad, some say she’s Max. I lovingly call her an Alien. I’ve been spending the past 16 hours letting her clean and cook for me, provide me with beer and laughing my ass off. Our kiddos are all happily playing together and we’re kind of stuck inside since it seems to rain in Ohio. Who knew? I wrote that during the road trip, in an effort to blog about one of my closest friends. Mostly because I was touched that she...
No, I’m not single. Far from it. I’m married, but due to The Husband’s health issues and my desire to constantly be on the move, I have taken on a new outlook regarding my kids. If they want to do something, then we go do it. The road trip was part of this, as was this past weekend. I took all of my kids to an amusement park with 3 other moms and their kids. No dads, no helpers, just us and our kids… and you know what? We had a great time. It was hard, I won’t lie, but...
