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Jack won\’t go to bed. The laundry needs my attention. The kitchen is gross. I\’m tired. You name it…and I had some good ideas, too. I want to write about the text message phenomenon I witnessed at the John Mayer concert. I want to write my first food review. I want to just think a…

Jack won\’t go to bed. The laundry needs my attention. The kitchen is gross. I\’m tired. You name it…and I had some good ideas, too. I want to write about the text message phenomenon I witnessed at the John Mayer concert. I want to write my first food review. I want to just think a…

Woohoo! Tomorrow, I\’m cashing in my spa gift certificate John gave me for Valentine\’s Day and getting the royal treatment. Then, we have reservations for a la lucie and tickets to see John Mayer at Rupp Arena in Lexington. We\’re shacking up at the Radisson, sans kiddos, and, get this, EATING BREAKFAST at IHOP on…

I\’ve decided that I\’d better start censoring my morning traffic language a bit more carefully. Audrey is a darn good parrot, so I can just hear her start rattling off some of my sloppily flung phrases. Since it is clear that my fellow road runners aren\’t going to sprout any newly aquired driving skills anytime…

This weekend, I discovered the quickest route to complete and total humiliation. I went bridesmaid dress shopping for my sister-in-law\’s wedding with two other girls who are size 2\’s. I am NOT a size 2. Now, I haven\’t been a size 2 since some time in the early 1990\’s, perhaps even before then. There has…