Thanks to Amazon Prime (or Netflix, if you prefer), I have finally watched the How I Met Your Mother finale.
I must join the horde of fanaddicts who abhorred the How I Met Your Mother ending.
(Yellow Umbrella > Blue French Horn)
I was ok with them killing of The Mother.
That could have been the sad series finale twist.
Or maybe Ted telling his . . . → Read More: How I Met Your Mother: The End, The Alternate, and Robin Sparkles
Congratulations to my oldest son for all of his hard work and determination.
That success has paid off in his getting accepted into his first choice college, George Mason University to learn the art of video game design.
Of course I live to embarrass him!
Yes, he does the leave me alone . . . → Read More: I am a Mason Nation Mom
Ok, so if you have been reading this blog for awhile, you already know that I am a born procrastinator.
And thus, you won’t be surprised at just how late this post really is…
Actually, you will actually be surprised that I am getting it written in the same month that the events occurred…Lol…
Anywho, I digress…
The real purpose of this blog is to state publicly just . . . → Read More: I am officially a William & Mary Mom
My ex called me whine, er, tell me that Child Support Enforcement had snatched his tax return for child support.
Child support groups (Photo credit: DFID – UK Department for International Development)
I politely commiserated while inside doing a dance of glee (ok, I was wiggling around in my chair a bit too but he couldn’t see that through the phone. Lol.)
Forward to weeks later when I . . . → Read More: Child Support Intercept Taken By Tanf
Eleanor Roosevelt said: “A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” Tell us about a time you felt your strength.
As a parent, I feel my strength practically everyday.
Especially as a single parent.
Oh, their father is in the picture but all of the day to day living and even most of the tough . . . → Read More: Eleanor Roosevelt said: “A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.” Tell us about a time you felt your strength.
Not that I was driving on the low-low.
Ummmm, no, not me.
But now I’m legal.
After paying off over $500 of court fees.
And completing the $30 VASAP class (yeah, I don’t even drink or smoke, no less use any other drugs but it was mandatory).
I finally borrowed a car . . . → Read More: God works at the DMV
When I originally started this blog, it was intended as a depository for all the snarky, bitchy, lazy, whiny, procrastinating, narcissistic, introverted pieces of my life.
But, well, by the time I think about posting, I have completely forgotten what I was going to post about.
And, other types of blogs make me more money than this blog.
Aaaaaaannd, they can make me money passively. Ie, whether I update . . . → Read More: Looking for Snarky Blogs
English: The monument to the working woman, Ramon Ferran’s work. Reus (year 2003) Català: Monument a la dona treballadora, obra de Ramon Ferran, Reus (any 2003) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am feeling so accomplished this week.
I got some things knocked off my to-do list while also continuing on my New Years Resolutions.
I finally signed up for a course that I have been meaning to sign up . . . → Read More: Feeling accomplished
I am finally tackling my 2013 New Years Resolution to get into better shape.
English: YMCA logo (international and USA) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Frankly, I am out of excuses being as the just opened a YMCA down the street from my house.
It opened the last week of May and I have been going faithfully to workout.
Ok, almost faithfully.
So, this is how . . . → Read More: Its almost fun at the YMCA
Since Sir Mixalot starting rapping “Baby got back”, the world has come to know and understand that have a decent bum in the African American community is as critical as having a nice rack in the Caucasian American community.
Booty Call (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Yet, alas, I have neither….
So, I decided to do some research on foods that can help me round out my . . . → Read More: What foods go straight to the booty