Mr. Shorty, huh......Yeah, don't know if I could handle that either! Is he all "puffed up" about it?

My latest issue is all the little cheerleaders who keep feeling the need to greet me pleasantly. Yes, my son is a cutie, but hands off girlies, and kissing up to me isn't going to get you any brownie points!! My hubby finds it amusing, but I'm just waiting for the boys to start showing up at the door for our daughter and let's see who's chuckling then!!!

I like fall too. It's the kickoff to the true baking season. I made 2 batches of cookies and a double recipe of banana bread this weekend. Most of it is gone or at least claimed for church and school bake sale, but there are still some yummies left for home. I'm thinking pumpkin pie sometime this week too.

pantyhose..... *#*&@%* They should be against the law. I can't remember the last time I had to struggle into some. And men complain about a necktie being too constricting.....

I wish someone would have warned me that once your child reaches the teen years that time increases at a rate too rapid to see with the human eye. I just want to grab a hold of Shorty and say "Wait, don't be in such a hurry! There's no turning back." Now that he's a black belt, everyone on the floor calls him Mr. Shorty. That's almost too much for his overly emotional mother!

Another beautiful Fall day here. It's absolutely my most favorite time of year!

As I read the pantyhose story, I thought, "Thank goodness for corporate casual." I don't think I could go back to my banking days where dresses/suits with hosiery were the daily attire.

HA--very funny Luv. I was just listening to a program about a product called radar. It is a system that monitors your child's phone so you can read all their text messages. Costs 10 dollars a month and seems to be pretty flexible in that you can set who the children can call etc. Maybe that will be my next Tip of the Day for parenting. Never hurts to check you know....
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ps--I'm thrilled you're reading the blog. The one on pantyhose really seems to strike a cord with folks.

Parenting tip of the day(not quite the quality that d blogs, but useful):

When having multiple middle school age children staying overnight at your home confiscate all cell phones as they enter your house and turn them off. This will save you from the constant barrage of interesting noises that their phones make as calls and text messages come in, and from having to trek through your house in the wee hours of the morning to hunt down(and try not to throttle) the young person who is having a conversation on their phone that has awakened you from a sound sleep.

A hike on a beautiful fall day, what a great idea!! Wish I had time for that, but I'll be at school this evening handing out the fundraiser orders. We'll open the windows so we get the fresh air at least. I will keep the hike in mind for Saturday when I'll have a house full of boys-I'll send them on the hike!

I love conflict with professors. I had an English composition class in college in which I wrote a paper and received a B. Now many would think a B is a fine grade, but I had a perfect score on the English section of the SAT, so I was not satisfied. When I asked the prof what the problems were with the paper, her comment was that it was too short. Too short??? I then asked her the burning questions, "If I can succintly say in 4 paragraphs what takes someone else 2 pages to say, why should I be penalized? Isn't it a waste of your valuable time to have to read a paper filled with adjectives and the same information re-worded 6 different ways?" She really had no answer, but I never got penalized for it again.

My son turns 13 tomorrow! Now I'll have two angst filled teenagers in my house!! Last night my daughter informed me that my advice on boys is SO wrong. She has a boy she really likes, but she doesn't talk to him and he has no idea that she likes him. I told her that when I was young we always had a friend approach the "crush" and see if the there was any mutual interest. I got shot down on that one. Then just because I really like humiliation, I told them the story of how their father and I were first introduced in high school. After much gagging(you thought he was "cute"?), laughing(did he have more hair then?), and other snide comments, I just gave up.

You know, we wait with such anticipation for them to begin talking and now there are times I just wish they'd stop........