There will always be cussing

Saturday night, my own momma and I took The Daughters to see Steel Magnolias at our local university. It was a girls' night because of The Dad's monthly poker game, and my friend Denise was directing this great play about southern friendships. It was certain to be a great night. On our way to eat,  my own momma and I were talking about the movie, staring Julia Roberts (who, not to drop names or anything but she is in our town filming right now) and a whole plethora of brilliant actresses. We wondered how the stage version would compare to the film version, which everyone raves about still.

Of shopping and Katy Perry

I cannot stand to shop.  No, that's not right.  I loathe shopping.  With a passion.  I would rather go to the dentist than go shopping.  Granted, I have a fabulous dentist and a wonderful hygenist, and I really don't mind going to the dentist, but that's neither here nor there.  Again, let me say it one more time: I do not like to shop under any circumstance.

Name this Post OFFICIAL CONTEST! - WINNER ANNOUNCED!

Here's what you do:  Read this post, decide on a TITLE for it and leave your suggested title in the comment section of this post.  The Dad and I will randomly draw out five (5) options and then YOU all can vote on the winner!!  The winner will get a a copy of The Help on DVD and a copy of the soundtrack to The Help!!!  (If you are one of the 10 people in America who hasn't read the book, I can be persuaded to include a copy of the book in the place of either the DVD or the soundtrack.)

You have until Sunday, February 19 (7:00 PM, Central Time) to submit your title, and then you'll have until Friday, February 25 (7:00 PM, Central Time) to vote! 

If you have any questions... ask!!

So - NAME THIS POST!

I'll bet June never did that!

I'm a bad momma.  I always have good intentions, but ... I'm still a bad momma.

Every Home Ec teacher in America would be proud!

Let me share:  Feeling very June Cleaver-ish last week and also feeling very exhausted from a week-full of training that required me to wake at the ungodly hour of 6:30, I put on a roast, complete with onions and carrots and potatoes.  That evening when I returned home,  all I had to