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15 Reasons Why Michigan is the Best Place to Live

HUGE DISCLAIMER-I both live in and *love* Michigan, so I might be biased. 15 Reasons Why Michigan is the Best Place to Live: No matter what city in Michigan you live, you will either bleed Green/White or Blue/Gold. If I weren’t already married, you can bet your ass I would not be dating someone outside… Continue reading 15 Reasons Why Michigan is the Best Place to Live

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Lies I tell my Children

I have two fairly smart kids. I mean, I don’t see any geniuses coming out of my uterus, but they are totally the next best thing. This is why, I will be BEYOND sad, when they finally figure out my lies. Until then, I will continue to lie, if only to save my sanity. So,… Continue reading Lies I tell my Children

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Cooking with a Toddler, Part Deux or This Dog has a Death Wish

Cooking with a toddler. Cooking with my toddler. Cooking with my toddlerS. Sigh. I wish I could tell you that this happened and it was fabulous. I wish I could sit here, and tell you, that my son and I cooked a beautiful meal together. That we took turns utilizing the ingredients, working the utensils, and… Continue reading Cooking with a Toddler, Part Deux or This Dog has a Death Wish

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Humphrey Bogart, 10% dog, 90% ridiculous monster

My dog is not a normal dog. He’s probably 10% dog, 90% ridiculous monster. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably rolling your eyes, saying, “O.K. Kat, whatever you say. I’m sure he’s a snuggly, little teddy bear.” But, I’m serious. He’s a monster. Let me break it down for you: 1. He’s got to… Continue reading Humphrey Bogart, 10% dog, 90% ridiculous monster

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Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day. I view Mother’s Day as a non-holiday, holiday, but still something that I thought I would look forward to, because I’m a mother. HOWEVER, I do NOT look forward to Mother’s Day. UNFORTUNATELY, when you become a mother, they neglect to tell you that you STILL HAVE TO CELEBRATE YOUR OWN MOTHER AND… Continue reading Mother’s Day

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Sour Patch Kid or The Curse, which my mother wrought on me 20 years ago

These. Kids. I love them more than anything in the entire world. They take me to the brink of sanity (insanity? whatever, they drive me nuts), only to bring me back with perfectly timed naps, bed times, and intermittent “I Love You’s”. (2 out of those 3 nice things were sleep-related, coincidence? I think not.)… Continue reading Sour Patch Kid or The Curse, which my mother wrought on me 20 years ago