Señoras del Leño

When it comes to bedtime with your significant other, I honestly want to know. Is what the Farmer's Daughter and I do an anomaly? Are we crazy? Or are we perfectly normal?

After my recent string of vacations (and my subsequent string of pound-packing), something happened that made me realize just how healthy eating nothing just might be...

After a depressing week (and depressing all of you in the process), I couldn't help but think about and appreciate a few things. And that just made me start laughing about other things...

Forgive my rant today. I have a million thoughts running through my head right now. A million feelings. A million hesitations. A million reasons to cry, laugh, yell, and shrug everything away.

This is life for us right now, unfortunately. And I suppose that being a parent means sometimes letting your own heart break so that your child's heart can heal.

It is time to take that next big step with the Farmer's Daughter, and that's exactly what we're doing. Even if it goes against everything I grew up being taught was right.

It's a new day in Las Vegas, staying at the absolute worst place IN Las Vegas. And I didn't think it could get worse. Until, that is, I found the blood-covered towel.

I'm down in Las Vegas, crumpled in a pile on the floor while my buddies snore loudly next to me. And I realize. I'm too old to be this young...

A recent experience taught me that not all parenting is black and white. And sometimes the right thing to do is what everyone else might thing is the worst thing a parent could ever do.

If you have kids, you know that sometimes they say things that, well, let's be honest... creeps you the heck out. These are 24 (more) of my favorite "creepy" kid stories.

We were invited to go somewhere that we had no idea even existed. We didn't know what to expect, but they were picking up the tab, so away we went!

LOL. What better way to spend a less than ideal flying experience than by watching the people around me and noting down the weird things they do?

Yesterday I shared an open letter to chronically late people. Most appreciated it, but it really upset some people, particularly those who are chronically late. This is my response.

Dear Ye Who Is Always Late, please hear me out. I know you think you can't be on time. I know you think a lot of other things, too. Here is the truth.

My sister invited me into the room when my nephew was born. It was worse than I ever could have imagined. And I barely saw anything of it at all.