If you’ve ever read any of my posts, you know I have three really cool kids – most of the time. I mean, I always have three kids. They just aren’t always cool. However, for the purposes of this post, my girls are safe. As you can tell by the title, I want to talk about life with boys. Technically, only one boy lives in my house, my fifteen-year-old son, Nick. However, because I have a slew of nephews, there is always extra testosterone floating around. The result is usually a messy house and an empty refrigerator. Let’s start with the most obvious joy of having boys in the house…

Divorce sucks. I don’t care what the circumstances are, it sucks. Whether you initiate the process or are an unwilling participant, it sucks. Big time. I’m not going to go into the specifics that caused me to be thrust into the realm of dating again, but here I am. I find myself on a rollercoaster of emotion. One minute, I’m enthusiastic and positive about my future. The next minute, I’m crying – convinced I’ll never meet anyone and will probably die old and alone, surrounded by fifty hungry cats who may or may not eat my face off when I’m dead. A ridiculous thought because I don’t even like cats.…

   Ah, Christmas, my favorite holiday. There is no part of Christmas I don’t love. I love the shopping and the wrapping, the baking and the lights, the giving of the gifts and the trimming of the tree. I love holiday movies, even the sappy ones. I love Christmas music – except for Feliz Navidad. That song is super annoying.    My favorite of all the traditions, though, is the big day itself. If you’ve read any of my other posts, you already know I have a large, loud family. I am one of five children, but the fun doesn’t stop there. Oh, no. There are thirteen grandchildren, seven great…

At the risk of making myself sound like a heartless human being, I’m going to let you in on a little secret – I don’t like graduation ceremonies. Let me explain why, then we’ll get to the point of this writing. Keep reading, I promise I’m less jerky at the end. *On a side note, if I went to your graduation ceremony, don’t get offended. This isn’t about your ceremony. It’s about someone else’s. I loved yours. * We’ll start with my high school graduation twenty something years ago. I suffered under the blazing sun, in oppressive heat and humidity, wearing a heat trapping polyester tent-like monstrosity. It was brutal.…

My children think I’m crazy. This is not new information. They’ve been harboring these feelings for years, probably since before they could speak, and they don’t even try to hide it. They roll their eyes at my unreasonable demands to perform insane tasks such as ‘Put your clean laundry away’ or ‘Take out the garbage before the Leaning Tower of Rubbish falls over and kills the dog’ or, my favorite, ‘Don’t stuff your dirty socks in the couch cushions’. Unfortunately, they’re right. I am crazy – but, it’s their fault. Before I had children, I lived a predictable, orderly life. I knew if I cleaned the house before I went…

My son is one of those kids who likes to ask random questions.  He makes inquiries such as, ‘Would you rather be eaten by sharks or fall into a volcano?’, or ‘If you could be any animal, real or mythical, which one would you be and why?’. My personal favorite hypothetical query to ponder is, by far, ‘If you could have any superpower, which one would it be?’. Alright, folks, pull up your crazy pants and tighten the chin strap on your tin foil helmet.  You are about to embark on a tour through the inner workings of my mind.  Of the many superpowers available to choose from, I’ve narrowed…

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Tonight, I would like to talk about a condition near and dear to my heart.  A condition several of my friends suffer from.  A condition I suffer from.  That condition is – Hangry.  For those of you who don’t know about Hangry, just wait.  I’ll explain. What is Hangry?  Hangry is the overwhelming irritability and rage one feels during a time of famine.  And by time of famine, I mean the few hours between meals.  As a nurse, I assure you irritability is a side effect of hypoglycemia, so my condition has scientific merit.  It is not a made up excuse for me to act like a raging hosebeast when…

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