Dermot Mulroney

Maybe we should adopt a few more.
I am a stay at home with 2 toddlers who are 15 months apart in age. While blogging is very new to me, I found that this could be a healthy and productive way (I get to practice my storytelling skills) to get things off my chest without seeking a willing yet time-constrained pair of ears from my friends.
is me, that is, until my dad retired a few years ago, he was my dentist ever since I can remember. One would think the daughter of a dentist has great teeth, au contraire...I probably have the worst teeth and gums on the planet. Blame it on my own laziness coupled with an inherent desire to disobey whatever order was cast down upon me by parental figures. Yah...I showed them! After two periodontal surgeries and continued dental visits for close maintenance, I am still winning the battle of never listening to my parents about good dental hygiene.
Am watching the last episode with Mike. He is completely into it, but makes fun of the serious, drawn-out melodramatic scenes with the corny music.
Interestingly enough, reading blogs of perfect strangers who confess to blogging as a way to release, purge, vent their inner most thoughts has inspired me to start one. I never thought I'd ever have a journal/diary that allowed public viewing on the internet. The only other diary I've ever had was one given as a gift on my twelfth birthday...a Hello Kitty one with a flimsy enough lock that my pesky younger brother was able to pick with a bobby pin. He had a giant grin on his face one afternoon as I walked into the house from school. I then knew he had read my entries about the boys I liked with whom I would like to share mouth to mouth kisses with. He read about the group movie date last Saturday where Albert's heart was crushed when I chose to sit next to Billy. All the juvenile drama of a sixth grader on the cusp of discovering boys and sexual attraction was juicy reading material for a twit in the fourth grade who had no clue about any of it.