Life with Lulu: Poop and Run

Until last Sunday, when my husband and I adopted six-month-old Lulu, it had been more than three years since I’d walked a dog in my neighborhood [RELATED POST: Ode to My Dog, Pudge]. Back then my neighbors picked up their dogs’ poop. Sure, you’d occasionally come across an abandoned pile of fly-infested poop sizzling in the summer sun while out for a stroll with your pooch, but for the most part, people had an ounce of civic pride and respected their neighbors enough to clean up after their best friends. That’s why I’m shocked at the current pooper scooper habits – or lack thereof – of what appears to be an increased number of dog owners in my community. read more

Doughnut or Donut? That Is the Question.

It’s National Doughnut Day!!!!!!!

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…which makes it the perfect day to contemplate the proper spelling of this iconic ring-shaped chunk of sweet-fried American culture. Doughnut or donut? That is the question.

Merriam Webster’s lists doughnut as the original and official spelling and donut as a less common variant, but if you find the debate super intriguing and this simple explanation isn’t enough to quench your curiousity, click here to get the whole story.

Next begs the question, How does one, who is NOT a grammar and spelling nerd – a.k.a NORMAL – celebrate National Doughnut Day?  Answer: By eating doughnuts! (Of course.) Lots and lots and lots and lots of doughnuts. Unless, however, your health and well-being requires you to stick to a strict gluten-free diet, then you watch videos of other people eating doughnuts. read more

I Am a Baseball Mom

I am a baseball mom. My oldest son started playing baseball a few months shy of his fourth birthday. So yeah… I’ve been a baseball mom for almost as long as I’ve been a mom. The thing about being a baseball mom is it’s not a tenured position. When your last kid playing is done, your career is over too. Saying good-bye, even to a sport as cruel as baseball, is not so easy. Trust me, I know. My baseball mom days are numbered.

Today I find myself in the twilight of my youngest son’s college baseball career. It is the day before the last pool play game of the ACC conference tournament. Although a loss earlier in the week means the team cannot advance, I’m still hopeful it won’t be the end. If I dare to let it, my imagination runs wild with possibility. If they pull off a win tomorrow… if all the right teams lose… if the sun, moon and stars are in perfect alignment… maybe, just maybe that’ll be enough to squeeze a few more weeks out of the season. A road trip to a regional leads to a road trip to a super regional, which leads to the road to Omaha. It’s possible. You know what they say. It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish. Stranger things have happened. After all, it’s baseball. read more

#28 Signs You Might Be a Baseball Mom

This post is dedicated to all my baseball mom comrades, past and present. You know who you are and you know I couldn’t have done this without you.

You might be a baseball mom if…
You realize those flip-flop tan lines on your feet are actually red clay stains.

You might be a baseball mom if…
Every time you open your car door, a minimum of three half-empty water or Gatorade bottles falls out.

You might be a baseball mom if…
You’ve convinced yourself that Slim Jims, the pump cheese stuff on concession stand nachos and Dippin’ Dots are acceptable sources of protein. read more

Emotion is a Terrible Substitute for Truth

On February 26, 2018 the American Enterprise Institute, “a public policy think tank dedicated to defending human dignity, expanding human potential, and building a freer and safer world,” hosted an event, Reforming Foster Care Systems at the State Levelat which Kentucky Governor Matt Bevin was a keynote speaker. During the panel discussion and Q&A session following Governor Bevin’s initial remarks, he provided one of the best responses I’ve heard to a question addressing gun violence in schools, specifically in reference to the recent mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Governor Bevin’s commentary was thoughtful, truthful, and unencumbered by impulsivity and knee-jerk emotion. read more