What’s in the Shadows?

It's dark as pitch at 5:30 a.m. I know this because I walk my neighborhood every morning before work (ok, ok most mornings). Oh sure I carry a flashlight, but it does very little to dispel the darkness.  Who knows what's lurking in those shadows? As I step out my front door, my surveillance tactics are…

Hooker Heels and a Hess Station

The things we do for our kids. I have always enjoyed helping my daughter get ready for the prom or homecoming or cotillion or the annual pig festival dance or whatever formal occasion we had next on the calendar. There's a lot that goes in to preparing for these events... that is if you have a…

I’m Not Qualified for Key Fob Repair

There are times when we try to "help" and we actually make things worse. Ever done that? I may have. Once. OK maybe twice. One morning on my drive to work, my car tells me the battery in my key fob is low. "Hmm," I thought. "I better take the appropriate measures to resolve this…

Are You Ready?

When it comes to hurricane preparedness, my husband is a master. Having a master hurricane preparer has come in really handy this week as our family, along with the rest of the eastern U.S., braced for the arrival of Hurricane Matthew. My darling hubby has numerous detailed and specific disaster preparedness levels. Make no mistake...there's…

Thou Shalt Not Grumble

It took me nearly 2 hours to get home from work Friday night and I was in a great mood when I got home. My hubby was shocked. So was I. Just a few days ago this would have sent me spiraling. Ever been through one of those times when nothing... literally nothing… makes you…

cape wearing mom and family

Where Does Your Help Come From?

I'm not proud of the fact that when walking into the garage one night,  I shoved my daughter into the path of an evil, demonic critter while running for my life. There's one sure-fire way to send me into sheer terror and everyone close to me knows not to even say the word. In fact in our home, we spell…

Running on Empty

Much to my husband's dismay, I rarely put gas in my car until there is nothing short of a prayer left in the tank. I consider it efficient time management as I prioritize the tasks on my list. Getting gas becomes the top "to-do" when the warning light comes on. Until then, I have baseball…