Thoughts...

When you question it all…
The other night a friend sent me a message that said something along the lines of "did you ever have a day where you questioned everything?"
My response? (…)

I can't believe I'm getting political…
I vote every year.
I'm the geek that was excited the first time I was old enough to register to vote. I'm still geeked about voting every single time the polls are open. (…)

How I Want to Be Remembered
I am not afraid to send my child to school for fear of school shootings. I'm not afraid to get on an airplane for fear of it crashing. I am not afraid to take teens to a rock concert for fear that I will have a heart attack. (…)

This is not the week I'll find my sanity
Seeing straight is something that I'm longing for. (…)

So close I can…
Do you know how when you're traveling to the beach you get to a certain point where you can smell the beach before you actually arrive? (…)

To Delete Or Not To Delete.. that is the question…
Long before I knew about this group of "mommy" bloggers, I had a personal blog. I mentioned it in my post earlier about blogging.
You can find it here. (…)

Love Letters…
Dear Jean:
Congratulations! You won the NKOTB CD. Or I guess you could pick the Amazon.com Gift card if you wanted, but that would really disappoint me because you're like my NKOTB BFF and I was so pleased that random.org picked you and not someone who would be unappreciative like Becki or Soliloquy. Not that I don't love either of them dearly, but seriously? They just have no taste in music, IMO. (…)

Sometimes you're the windshield…
…and sometimes you're the bug.
This week, I appear to be the bug that hits the windshield, gets doused with wiper fluid, thrown off violently with the wiper.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat. (…)

Customer Service Means You Service Me…
I am a Mac owner.
I love my Mac. I never wanted a Mac, but I didn't have a choice. It's what the company gave me and so I learned to deal. And I love my Mac. I really do. (…)

And all is quiet…
I know.
It's so unlike me to go days without posting. Unless of course, I've made it so melodramatic and asked for prayers and acted like the sky was falling. (…)

Not it!
We made a fairly impromptu trip to Pennsylvania this weekend to see my Pap who is in the nursing home and to visit the BFF…. and oh yeah! We went to Hershey Park too. (…)

A typical Friday Night…
1. Pick up son from Teen Center. Head to Football Parent's Meeting.
2. Ask son if he has his equipment.
3. Smile when he says yes.
4. Ask if he has his cleats. (…)
Just a little uniformity… it's all I ask for…
Web 2.0 has taken off and we are constantly inundated with new services and new products to try, to help us with being able to better network on the internet. (…)
Is the Tax Free Weekend Worth It?
This afternoon, I was in need of a new black printer cartridge. (…)

Am I Crazy?
Before you jump out of your seat and scream "YES!!" let me explain the situation in which I am contemplating my sanity this time…
My children are both involved, heavily, in sports. They just are. And I'm so very grateful because studies show the importance of sports in a child's life. They are active. They love them. (…)

I'm not 21 anymore…
That's what my body keeps telling me.
My mind doesn't agree.
My mind seems to think that I can do it all and do it well. (…)

If I were drinking milk, it would've come out of my nose…
BlogHer was fun.
Spending time with Sally, Celia and their kids was even more fun.
Seriously. (…)

I'm learning about me…
Last night, while I had every intention of going to bed right after I posted, I didn't. I ended up going back out. First for a drink and then on a walk through the city at night. We just kept walking and walking and walking. We ended up at the Bay Bridge and it was breathtaking and eerie and the most phenominal thing that I have ever seen. The city was quiet. The streets were bare with the exception of the "residences" we past of those who make their home on the street. (…)
Quick Update before I crash
I'm an honorary Canadian. Just so you know.
There's a story… there always is.
It involves a homeless guy and time spent with the Redneck Mommy. (…)

Taking a Mountain Back Down to a Molehill…
When I get nervous I talk.
Alot.
So it should surprise no one that I blog alot as well when I'm nervous, or anxious, or stressed or any combination thereof. (…)