JAK CHAT

Fowl Play Dah, (oooh), Ta Da Da Da, Go Pack Go! Dah, (oooh), Ta Da Da Da, Go Pack Go! Whoot Whoot, Touchdown! Packers 6-0.  Extra point kick....good! Yup, I'm doing the play by play, as my family of six is actually making our way up to Green Bay for a family Thanksgiving at my brother's house.  Hubby is driving.  Only a couple of reminders so far to turn the blinker off.  READ MORE.... Our first stop is in Mequon, only about 45 minutes into our northerly trek: potty break, top off the gas tank, and gotta get the newspaper.  It's a big deal. Not only is the paper stuffed with after-Thanksgiving  sale inserts, but sonny boy, (my 7 year old) is suppose to be in two ads: Kohl's and Boston Store .  He's a print model and it's the year of the pajama boy!  Apparently, most of the work boys his age gets is pj modeling. Wheew!  Thanks Tramon Williams!  Field goal attempt by the Lions...No Good!  And that's good for us, holding at 7-0. Back on the road and into the g

The  Anti Vampi Okay, I know I am going to throw some of you Twihards into a tizzy.  But the title caught your attention, didn't it?  So tonight, or rather tomorrow at midnight the biggest premiere (that I remember) of the Twilight saga takes place with the opening of "Breaking Dawn-Part 1" .  Enjoy, my Cullenite friends that are attending, but this momma will be snug in her bed. Look, I am not knocking you.  I haven't read any of the books or have seen any of the movies, though I've read reviews and haven't been able to help but see the previews.  I have no bloody desire.  However,  I will go about my biz and  judge this book by the cover.  Read More... Vampires, werewolves, demons, darkness...sex scenes, childbirth, death.  Not for my viewing pleasure, nor anything I choose to offer to my daughters to watch.  Call me prudish.  I honorably accept. I remember a few years ago, when my knowledge of the book series arose.  My niece from Arizona was in town for a

Navigating Horlick       I thought I had it made this year.  After years and years of school drop offs and pick ups having had our kids at Catholic schools either without bus service, or not on the route, all four of my kiddos are in public schools and have bus assignments. Yee haw! ...not so fast, sista!  Without getting into it, I am once again playing taxi driver. This year, our first year, to and from Horlick.  So far, I haven't killed anyone. Thank goodness!  Read More... I actually schedule picking my kids up from school 10 minutes after the 2:38pm dismissal bell.  While one daughter (who has never used her assigned locker, crammed way up on floor 3's southeast corner) is waiting outside, coatless a minute after the bell...the other one?  Well, let's just say she gets plugged up in the hallway and my timing is quite impeccable.  It never worked well for me to plug up the driveway waiting for daughter #2, so again, my 10 minute delay allows me to efficiently (however,

The Mom "Stink" I've gotta admit, I love the smell of chlorine bleach in my freshly washed laundry basket of whites. I do a face plant into my towels and sniff away. We've all got our quirks. And mine is inhaling the whites. So with quirky parents come the quirky kids. A few months ago, I witnessed my teen daughter indulging in an olfactory love fest....with my pillow! Hooah!  Read More... "What are you doing?", I questioned. "Mommy, I love your smell".  Okay... I guess I know that infants can identify their moms through their keen sense of smell, and take pleasure and comfort.  Why not a teenager? "Well, what do I smell like?" "Fragrance?  B.O.?  Drool?"  I don't know.  What scent does my pillow capture? Especially when the sheets were not exactly fresh.  So I took a whiff.  Hmmm, nothing exciting here. Last week, with the drastic change in weather, I was forced to break out the fall and winter wardrobe.  I change out my dr