I know I shouldnt be writing about this, being that shes a pretty public figure and all, but you know that feeling you get when youve left dinner, lunch, a party with friends, dear friends that you just love and youre all giddy inside because they just lit up your soul?

I have blogger conference envy.

I love and hate texting for one reason and one reason only: Communication. Texting is fun, its quick, and its easy. I can fire off a text to make someone laugh faster than Mario Andretti at the Indy. In my youth, Id go to any length to make someone laugh, I actually spent a full year in therapy trying to undo why Id randomly moon my friends or drive through a …

Yesterday I went to watch a baseball game with my best friend to see her son play, and because we were with a four-year-old and a soon to be four-year-old, I had the opportunity to watch maybe one inning. The park by the field was way too enticing for our other children and all they wanted to do was play. I volunteered to take them, Im not going to lie, I wanted the opportunity to check twitter, and write a few notes for my blog. As soon as we arrived at the park there were two boys horsing around with some girls that were sitting under the monkey bars playing house, the girls ages ranged from four to ten. It was the classic lets bother the girls, try-to-impress-them innocent teasing.

Out of the Mouth of Babes: And by babes, I mean the small versions of Al Bundy that run through my house with their hands down their pants and use farting as their second language. So these two cuties, and really they are cute, have been slaying me recently with their pearls of wisdom of which I will now share with you.