if you have kids, you must

read this blog.

It is written by a woman who wrote the definition for "best friend." Luckily, her BFF is me. Her blog is full of helpful hints for moms. She says that moms need a friend in their corner when they are being given advice from a million other sources.

So don't be scared to ask her a question. Trust me, Hilary is not a person who judges. (She leaves that up to me.) I plan to give her my children to raise them from infancy to age five. If they turn out anything like her three beautiful babies, I'll be happy.

I am also quite happy that her oldest, one Miss Kennedy Lindsay, is so much like her namesake. She's a tiny pig-loving, grudge-holding, emotion-emoting child.



Of course, she is also gorgeous and brilliant. Again, she gets that from me.

Her big heart? That's all from mom.

wg

unruly helpmeet

I found a link to the "Keep Calm-o-Matic" website on one of my favorite blogs, unruly helpmeet. We've all seen the "Keep Calm and Carry On" poster from the British guv'mnt in
WW2. Now you can make your own.

I think mine speaks very much of me.

Keep Calm-o-matic poster generation

striking a match

Last night, CB and I were having dinner at one of my favorite beach restaurants. Fish tacos. Um num num.

Fish tacos made me think back to my match.com profile. I wrote about my love of fish tacos and my hatred of raw onions. I also wrote about how I loathe road construction and secretly live for celebrity gossip. Not entirely substantial, but enough to get me a wink from CB.

I saw his profile and thought, "Ok. I'll give him a shot." Truth be told, I almost didn't respond. (To my credit, he was listed as a Conservative Catholic. 'Nuff said.)

But I wrote back, and ever since then, it's as if he's been in my life forever. He's my best friend. I just have fun when I'm with him. I want to be around him. Prior relationships in my life were just about the companionship or the self-esteem boost I got from knowing someone liked me. Something always missing. But what?

With CB, I found it. Whatever it might be, we have it. So, with a mouthful of fish tacos, I looked at him and thought, "How cool is it that we found each other?"



wg

what I DON'T NEED

I don't need a snotty attitude.

I don't need to give you my life story.

I don't need your judgment.

I don't need to explain myself to you.

I don't need to listen to your lecture.

I don't need to explain to you why my insurance changed.

I don't need to tell you why I waited to start birth control.

I don't need to be spoken to like an idiot.

All I need is a refill on my prescription, you stupid, self-righteous nurse from my ob-gyn office.

Thank you,
The Working Girl

bizarre

Awe Sum Nation...

What do you want me to write about?

I am suddenly out of things to say.

wg