You like the title don’t ya… well stop your salivating cause it’s not that type of banging! This banging is less bedroom and more salon. That’s right, a few months ago I got bangs. Now this might not seem like a big deal to you, but for me it was a little bit of a journey that required me getting over my bang-a-phobia It all started when I forced myself to go to a new hairdresser. How did I force myself you ask? Well, I bought a Groupon because I knew my natural frugality would kick in and override my read more…

My day started with a less than convincing case from my 4yo as to why he should stay home from school today because he wasn’t feeling well. The evidence was flimsy at best. He insisted his stomach was upset and he had a fever. Normally this would have been cause for concern, but a quick check of his temperature revealed he did not have a fever and the fact that he immediately asked when breakfast was, told me that his stomach was likely feeling fine. He’s intuitive and could easily read the skepticism all over my face so he attempted read more…

In an attempt to motivate our 2yo to potty train, we recently started to put our 8mo on the potty. I can’t say who had the genius idea – I would like to say it was me because well let’s face it, I rock… but I can’t actually be sure so I have to be honest and say, there is a chance my hubby did it first. But then again, who freakin cares because it is working!! Like really working. I don’t know if she is just brilliant (probably) or if we have just been lucky for the last 4 read more…

A few days ago I posted this on my Facebook: It sounds cheesy but I love my life. I am very very lucky. Right after I wrote it I thought, uh oh I shouldn’t have done that. I knew right away I had totally jinxed myself. It isn’t that it’s not true because it is. I seriously have the best life anyone could ever ask for but, writing that down might have been like saying: hey universe I’m happy over here maybe you should come and fuck everything up just because you can! I am sure it is not just read more…

To Nathan Kotylak, You don’t know me Nathan. We have never met and likely will never meet, but due to recent events, I know a good deal about you. I know that you come from what would be considered a good family; you attend a prestigious school, your father is a doctor and you live in a nice home. You are an athlete with future Olympic goals and unfortunately, after last Wednesday night, you are also a rioter. I saw the picture of you trying to set fire to a police car on a blog dedicated to Public Shaming and read more…