With my oldest daughter’s most recent plea to me to buy her groceries, she has officially been christened with “Food of the College Student:” Top Ramen.
My oldest daughter came home from college this weekend. I have determined she can’t come home again until the end of the semester in December.
As the new school year begins, AAA Washington urges drivers to be aware and extra cautious when traveling in school zones, backing out of driveways and navigating through parking lots and neighborhoods.
My oldest daughter is living at college these days. Last week was her first full week at Digipen Institute of Technology, her second living in student housing.
Having spent the last several weeks focused on getting my oldest daughter off to school, I feel like I’ve forgotten I even have another daughter. Good grief! Just think what would happen if I had more kids.
We dropped my oldest daughter off at college this weekend. I didn’t have the chance to miss her until Sunday night.
Being an avid scrapbooker, I did not settle for store bought baby albums for my daughters, where all I had to do was fill in the blanks; even though I actually had store-bought ones for them. I probably should have used them, I would’ve been done long ago.
I’ve dealt with a lot of stress this weekend; I worked on my oldest daughter’s baby book. Yeah, she’s nineteen; I’m a bit behind with this task. I meant to get it done the year she graduated from high school.
I had to break up with my dentist, because I can no longer continue on the professional journey he is on. That’s all I will disclose; the point is, I had to break up with someone.
After I had to re-home the trailer trash, street walkin’ kitty I rescued because, although she was sweet with us, she was extremely aggressive to our older cat, I vowed I would not get in the same situation having to juggle our pets again.
Higher education is overrated. I’m only saying this because with my youngest in London and my oldest working, my husband and I were forced to camp alone together for the first time — not once, but three times.
My husband and I got to our campsite at Sequim Bay State Park on Wednesday, only to discover we (I? Well, that’s up for debate) left the step for the RV at the gas pumps in the Fred Meyer parking lot.
My husband and I went camping for the first time together without our children. I’m not talking about going to a car show camping, I’m talking about just going to a state park in our RV and roughing it. Okay, I know it’s not really roughing it when you have an RV, I’m just trying to make a point.
My youngest daughter wanted a new suitcase to take to London. I wasn’t exactly on board with it until we drug the available suitcases out of the attic.
It’s a week after my 50th birthday party and I’m still feeling the glow. I’m not talking about the feeling of love I still have from all the people who took the time to wish me a happy birthday (I am grateful for them), I’m referring to the fact that my house and yard are still fantastically tidy.
I will be 50 years old this week. Not to offend anyone who has already seen 50 come and go, but it sounds old to me. I don’t feel old; maybe there will be some twilight zone vortex on the day I actually turn 50.
I’m planning a party and there are a lot of things to get done before the big day next week. But this isn’t about how I have to spruce up the yard, clean the house, plan a menu or bake throughout the week, this is about what to do with our pets during the party.
I am a fairly organized person. But when I showed up at the DOL to apply for an enhanced driver’s license, I was sent away.
I spent all of Saturday watching my youngest daughter mature beyond my level of understanding. We spent the day shopping for “cute little dresses.”
The whole notion of Mother’s Day started in ancient times as an annual spring festival the Greeks dedicated to maternal goddesses.
