I’m boycotting the Olympics. Kind of. Not Really.

If you couldn’t tell by the clever title above, I’m not watching the 2012 London Olympics. I’m boycotting. Or maybe it’s less boycotting, and more that I’m just not able to watch it. But if I was boycotting for some reason, I would be rocking that cause. We canceled our cable almost a year ago. […]

I got a sunburn for Mother’s Day. Among other things.

Mother’s Day 2012, in as few words as possible because it’s late and I’m tired: There was an abrupt awakening for breakfast in bed. “Time is of the essence,” Christian says as he delivers my meal, which I eat with 3 little girls bouncing on the bed. There were handpicked wildflowers and a handmade (by […]