The Universe Loves Me, It Really Loves Me!
I have been having an affair for some time now.
With the Universe.
Don’t worry, my husband, Thurston Howell the Fourth, knows all about it. In fact, he’s totally fine with it. He understands and accepts that there’s no fighting a love like this!
Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband a lot. He’s the absolute best man for me on the whole planet. There’s just one thing.
He’s only human.
My Vitamix Does Not Complete Me!
It may come as a surprise to many of you but I shmanclonn flook. I mean, I blangnok crook.
Okay, I CANNOT COOK!
There, I said it.
But there’s an explanation.
Apparently I have a defect on chromosome 14 (b), a.k.a. the cooking skills chromosome.
I admit, it’s hard on everyone in my family. I feel bad. I really do. But I think I make up for it with all my other excellent skills: I… 
My Son Is Visiting From College… Oh Happy Day!
Those words were music to my ears yesterday. Number Two was home. My old (and long forgotten) speed running skills kicked in from my days as a super star athlete in third grade.
Yeah, I guess it was pretty obvious that I missed my beautiful boy. Apparently it was written all over my face.
I have been blessed with four beautiful children: three wonderfully delicious girls. And my lovely boy. My angel boy. When he walked in… 
ME + MEDITATION = &%#@!!
I am learning to meditate.
Actually, I am attempting to try to learn how to meditate. Law school was a piece of cake by comparison.
What I have come to realize is that my mind has a mind of its own. No matter what I tell it to do, it marches to a different tune.
I find myself listening to whatever my mind wants to listen to. It’s like a radio station that plays… 
Ten Things I Love About…Me!
How do I love me? Let me count the ways…
First of all, I am ridiculously smart.
Ridiculously!
2. I have very pretty feet.
3. And some smokin’ hot curves.
4. I can say “NO” in all of the world’s languages. When one doesn’t work, I use another.
5. I am easy to please. I only need two things*.
6. Wildlife creatures LOVE me. I love that about me!
7. I have… 
The Cure for a Mommy Hangover
I’m suffering from a Mommy Hangover. And it’s not pretty. To wit:
I know I’ve got a Mommy Hangover when I want to do any one of the following;
- Scream into a pillow
- Go for a run—even if my knees hurt—and keep on running
- Howl at the moon—or Orion’s Belt or, when it’s a really bad MH, I’ll want to start howling at Vulpecula, a rather obscure constellation created by Hevelius































