I was born in Australia, grew up in Texas, and have spent my entire adult life in different countries of the world (to date: Germany, Syria, Poland, and Ghana). I am a mom of four who is just trying to make her mark in the world. I keep threatening to move (my blog) but apparently I'm happy in this spot in blogoslovakia.
And He Actually Hasn't Spent That Much Time In Prison
Last week, at breakfast, Pooh and Piglet were talking as usual. Piglet asked Pooh "Would you like a tattoo?" (Read: Would you like me to write all over you with this pen?). Pooh, who hates to have people mark on him and has a severe aversion to even face paint, said "Um, SURE!" So Piglet wrote Mommy on one forearm and drew a picture of me on the other. You know, prison tattoos. I took Pooh to school and his teacher said "Pooh, what do you have on your arm?" So Pooh showed her. She said, "Mommy. Of course. Does he sleep with you?" I said, "No, he sleeps in his own bed in his own room with his brother who can't sleep alone." Pooh doesn't actually love me THAT much.
Stewie does. Stewie loves me so much he tries to impale me with the drumsticks from Rock Band. Often.