Den Mothers Rock. →
For some reason the folks in my condo trust me to help organize their lives. Woe is them.
Time to woman up. →
Woe is me. Imma sick. →
What happens when Mom is sick?
My Dad is not allowed to read this one. →
This is what happens when a really tired Mom gets busy in the back seat of a car.
I swear this was asked of me. →
I started a facebook fan page because I was told to. How lame is that? Is it more lame if I ask you to go to facebook and like my fan page? Well, looks like I just did.
Recycling in Chicago is not pretty. →
Gwyneth Paltrow can kiss my sweet Chicago a$$. →
This is what happens when Gwynnie offers a travelogue, GOOP style, on my home.