“Thanks Mom” she said as I handed her a pile of clean laundry.  “You’re welcome.” I turned around to fold the Fruit of the Looms but she continued.

“Thanks for bringing me into this world, for clean laundry and for…

The perky nurse opened the waiting room door and quipped, “Hi! How are you today?!”  I gave her my best glare but refrained from growling, “I’m at the doctor’s office, aren’t I?  How do you think I’m doing?   My head…

Welcome to another episode of Life With College Boy. Today, we sneak a look inside the minds of College Boy and The Mom during his first ever trip home since starting school at an out of state university.

College Boy:…

“Just because you have a couple of kids in tow does not mean you should surrender yourself to mom jeans and mini-vans” And so began yet another How-To article by “experts”. This time, how to be a “Hot Mom”. I…

Oh, the horrors. Oh, the travesties. Oh, the injustice and inhumanity of it all! First there was that pitiful wealthy housewife who has to clean her own kitchen sink (American Woman Cleans Own Sink: Media General, March 22, 2009)

Now?…

“After a talk with Zach, Julia decided not to shoot him.”

And there’s a reason why the Soap Opera Updates are printed in the paper under, "Entertainment".

This past week on All My Dysfunctional, Illegitimate Children: “Zach told…

You’d think I’d be satisfied being a loser in my teenagers’ eyes. But noooo, I want to be an even bigger loser.   Hollywood style.

We’re now in the run of awards shows — Golden Globes, Sags, Emmys and Oscars —…

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how neat, clean, or organized she kept her house, every horizontal surface became a magnet for clutter-counter tops, coffee tables, car roofs, washers, dryers, desks, TV’s, toilets, dining room furniture…

“I’m going to go cleanse my pores!”  I wish I could join her.

However it’s not gonna happen, seeing as how she’s a fictional character on a TV show about college students with, in addition to mineral…

Why I do this?  Last time I did, it took my husband two weeks to cajole me out of my fetal position in the laundry room corner.  Why do I torture my fragile ego with magazine articles that ultimately make…