Hi there! My name is Lynn. I’m a thirtysomething, overprotective stay-at-home mom with a burning desire for attention. (Look at me! Read my thoughts!) Welcome to my blog.

I have written a blog since 2005 but this is my first “big girl” blog, all professional-like. As I suspect it is for most bloggers, writing is an outlet for me. It helps me to vent my frustrations. And, if people happen to see it and comment on my struggles and triumphs, then so much the better! (Loves me some validation!)

I also have a review blog, which can be found here. If you’d like the chance to win some cool stuff, then go ahead and bookmark it or add it to your feedreader.

I have been married for 10 years to a wonderful, handsome, extremely book smart (but not so life smart), loveably goofy, hardworking and loyal man named Lucky (who also happens to be stubborn enough that I’d like to kick his butt several times daily.) (And also he’s an inch shorter than me. Ha!) Together, we have produced two of the cutest kids in the world. My son Logan is 8 years old. He’s smart, funny, addicted to video games, extremely active (read: a total and complete spaz), and prone to wild, unpredictable mood swings. My daughter Lily is 5 years old. She is also a total smarty-pants, funny, addicted to princesses, not-quite-so-active (she prefers to sit and read), and much more even-tempered. We recently built a new home and love it. We have two vehicles – a shiny, new SUV and a beat up old car. Because, apparently, there is no middle of the road here.

Things I love: my camera, summer, Butter Chicken, Cabbage Patch Kids, reading, throwing passive-aggressive tantrums when I’m upset, hanging out with my girlfriends, ice cream, thunder storms and sunglasses.

Things I hate: snobs, winter, seafood, Transformers (those things are harder to solve than a Rubik’s cube!), TV movies, other people throwing passive-aggressive tantrums, hanging out with strangers, dogs that bark in the middle of the night, PMS and really low-cut jeans.

This blog has no real purpose. I have no stellar parenting advice (although you are free to take what you will from my stories), and am prone to ranting and raving about anything and everything. I’ll try my best to keep things concise, but I frequently use commas, parentheses and italics because that’s just the way I roll.