I’ll be out of arm's reach of my keyboard for the next couple of days. I usually find the prospect of navigating through the many hours of the day without the guidance of my Twitter feed or FaceBook updates akin to making lane changes on the Chicago Loop without side mirrors. I mean, how will I know if any of my peeps are 'LOL' or if one of their 'hubs' is making them all 'WTF?'

However, this self-imposed online break is much needed. I’ll be spending a little ‘face time’ with Ben and the girls, and I’m really looking forward to it. In the meantime, while I’m away, I’ve lined up a couple of guest posts.

Today’s post was graciously provided by Allison Zapata who publishes and writes Me and Mine.

I’ve never met Allison in person [I would consider her one of my ‘online friends’], but I’m pretty sure she’s the kind of girl who’d hold my hair back after fifty bucks worth of tequila shots.

'Woot, woot!'

I took this photo of Heidi and our friends’ snuggle bear, Dakota, two summers ago. Sadly, Dakota passed on, but he’s now in a better place. A place where squirrels always let Dakota catch them. Also, notice how close I let Heidi get to his thingy. Not once did I bite my lip or ask Ben, fourteen times in a row, if he thought she was getting too close. ...Continue Reading »

Whitney and Heidi share a bedroom. And when I say ‘share,’ I mean occasionally when Whitney’s feeling extra generous, she allows Heidi to *look* at the toys...the one’s they ‘share.’ So referring to it as ‘sharing’ might be playing it a little fast and loose. However, the one thing they do ‘share’ in their bedroom is their thirst to destroy it. I don’t mean burning it to ground kind of ‘destroying,’ think more Kate Moss' and Lindsay Lohan’s shared penthouse suite the morning after a night of drunken debauchery. ...Continue Reading »

When I first relaunched this site, I told you I would be transferring posts from the old site over to this new one. So that’s just what I did...I’d open up the old site, choose an old post, read the old post and then lie down next to my desk on the floor until the muscle relaxer I’d taken kicked in. Every word I read was processed in my brain and then sent down into my body where it responded by contorting and contracting in embarrassment.

If you could see my face when I read those old posts, you’d think I was watching circus bears riding bikes around in circles until they fell on the cross bars. Bear crotch injury isn’t easy to watch. ...Continue Reading »