I am glad I can laugh about my Anne-likeness. There are worse protagonists to model one's life after. And it sure does make for a jolly good story for everyone to chuckle over. If I wasn't so accident-prone and clumsy, like our Anne with an "e", what a boring existence it would be.

I must write about this: A friend and I had a conversation this evening about a high school student with a noteworthy caliber of dedication to his passion in life: sports. The student spends three hours per day shooting hoops and running drills, as well as sprinting laps around his house. He wants to play in the NBA. Impressive.

Why do men generally avoid reading parenting blogs? Men may not find a parenting blog written by a woman to be of continuing interest (due to content and topics), but there are blogs written on parenting by men. Which further begs the question, in light of the fact that there are male-authored parenting blogs, why are there not more men reading parenting blogs written by men?

I have a recurring dream regarding vacations. They're always so perfect, so calm. But just like in real life, I'm constantly awoken from these visions of peace by, I'm sorry to say, my children. Let's face it, if you have kids, you're never going to have a dream vacation if you bring them along for the ride. So why not just leave them at their grandparents'?

Life is all about perspective, right? So with the goal of shifting perspectives in mind, I set out this warm sunlit evening to find a little piece of joy in nature so as to cast some perspective and illumination on an otherwise expensive ($2,200 worth of upcoming dental work), depressing (there goes the camper we were going to buy) and discouraging (I am wondering if false teeth are an option for a 38-year-old mother of four) day.