So, if you’re a regular on this blog you will notice that the last 10 posts have been reviews or giveaways or both. That’s how I’m rolling this week and last week. And, probably the following week. I’m celebrating the…
Category: Musings on Family
The Last Flu Shot Standing
I should have know something was up… We arrived at the doctor EARLY for our appointment and saw a doctor IMMEDIATELY. Now as you know I tend to be a procrastinator and doctors tend to keep me waiting even when I…
I Need Coffee STAT!
Yesterday I was complaining about papers. Today I’m tackling mornings. Aren’t you glad you joined me this a.m. for my rant on everything morning related? Mornings…I get through them with a little help from my friends coffee and light bulbs. Light…
Putting the Positive Back in Sports
As a mom of three sporty kids, I am constantly driving from soccer to volleyball to swimming and back to volleyball with a pitstop at soccer. Well, you get the idea. My kids play lots of sports. To my husband…
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I was looking at the last 7 or so posts. I’m a little horrified to see that all of the posts are giveaways or product reviews. Nothing against giveaways and reviews…it is just that I have lost the blogging about…
Reading Is Queen
Reading is king in our house, or queen — I’m English, my husband is American, though. In England we are all about the Royals even if some of us disagree with the amount of money they get from the state.…
Swim Team Teen Style
My teen has been on the swim team since a teeny tiny 2nd grader. She wore almost the same size swim suit as her 5-year-old sister. Then and now she is skin and bones. Hates cold water. The swimming pool…
If It’s Saturday It Must Be Volleyball!
Over Memorial Weekend we made our now annual trip to Penn State. For the previous two years, my husband drove our oldest to play at the 3-day tournament while I stayed home with the younger two. So technically this was…
Snuggie as Disguise for Criminals
Here’s agreat story Coach Dad sent me. Click for story: https://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,520345,00.html
A Man of Few Words
My husband does not say much. But when he does — Listen! At 3 p.m. I was in a fog of kids flying in from school, backpacks tossed to ground, wondering what to make for dinner, and pondering how in…
