The naked truth about kids and being a mom, aka: birth control.

 

Breasts-Truth From Lies

breasts

Breasts, tatas, pillows, speed bumps, fun bags,mammories, gazongas, melons, titties, chest puppies, chesticles, mosquito bites, rib bumpers, bazongas, udders, air bags, bosom, boulders, hooters, and jugs. No matter what you call them, we all have them.

My breasts. I love them…or I did love them. It’s really a rather difficult thing to deal with, breasts. Once pert and nearperfect, they now seem…

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Dear President Obama

Dear President Obama,

I am a veteran of the United States Coast Guard. It was the Coast Guard that taught me true love for my country. A service where brotherhood, no mater what your gender, you learned what it meant to be part of the greater good. I am not a highly religious person, but the Coast Guard taught me that the love of God would get me through the toughest of times. Before I joined a…

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Creativity Is A Process Best Served Uniquely

Creativity Is A Process Best Served Uniquely

I’m staying home today. Unexpectedly, but I’m home. I drove to work with all intentions of actually working, despite the itch to create something. When I got to work, I worked, had a coffee, worked, blah, blah, blah. Still itching to create something. This may or may not be a common problem on Monday mornings, or all mornings for that matter.Oh well, work must be done so bills can get paid. Yet…

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To My Son On His Birthday

To My Son On His Birthday

To my son on his birthday,

It’s still hard to believe that just eight years ago you came into my life. A quiet little baby, you were put into my arms; swaddled and still. I promised you on that day I would do everything in my power to protect you and help you grow into a man. I know it hasn’t always been easy, and we don’t always see eye to eye, but you have been my greatest love. Not a day goes…

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Compliments-Pass It On

I have a rule in life, compliment sincerely and compliment often.

We live in a fast paced world that never looks up. Everyone is either too busy or has their nose in some sort of electronic device. We have become self absorbed; distracted by online videos and social media. As we our eyes fixate on the beautiful bodies and scenery dancing across our screens and monitors, we fail to let them fixate…

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Zombie Elephants And Other Whatnots

Zombie Elephants And Other Whatnots

As parents we want our kids to dream of wonderment and adventures. We want them to have dreams they are so excited for, they want to act them out all day in the back yard. This is honestly how I thought parenting would be. When I was pregnant I dreamed of waking up with my children and listening to them tell me all about the amazing things that danced through their heads while they were asleep. I…

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I Missed Your Taste On My Lips

I  missed your taste on my lips. The way you sweetly touched my tongue. Your roughness on my finger tips makes me tingle as I close my eyes.

I Missed Your Taste On My Lips

I  missed your taste on my lips. The way you sweetly touched my tongue. Your roughness on my finger tips makes me tingle as I close my eyes.

Talk Shows And Parenting Don’t Mix

Talk Shows And Parenting Don’t Mix

I’m not an uptight parent. I don’t over sensor myself in front of my kids, I don’t lock the bathroom door when I’m in there, and I walk around the house in my underwear when my kids are awake. They have heard me swear although I try not to and they have seen me naked they will be scared for life. To me, it’s life. It happens. Deal with it. In fact, the kids have basically learned to zone me out.…

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America’s Favorite Pastime

America’s Favorite Pastime

Baseball, America’s favorite pastime. It’s the smell of the leather, the slap of the ball, and the crack of the bat. It’s the taste of the franks and the smell of the clay. We all remember ball games as kids. Either we were playing as kids as we watched the clouds float by, making daisy chains in the outfield, or watched our parents play as our dads drank beer and our mothers served cocktails in…

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