Good McLean Fun

Blogs are very exposing. I am finding that everything I want to write about concerns other people, and I can't very well point out your flaws and complain about annoying types of people if those people end up reading this. I pride myself on being a great diplomat, working well with all different personalities, striking compromises, reaching common ground, making peace, yada yada. But if all of you find out that I'm really just suppressing my grievances under my smile, it's not going to work out for us. So again. I'm having a hard time finding topics that aren't going to ruffle feathers. I suppose it's safe to start close to home when one is pointing out flaws. Some of you lovely friends of mine are new friends, or long distance friends, or just really smart friends, and you've never been to my house. Let me paint a picture for you, of all that you're missing. Those closest to me know I live in a very, how shall I say this--eccentric house.  Currently ...

When I look in the mirror I see the me I've always seen, perhaps altered by a few more smile lines than I remember when last I looked, and the debut of crows feet that have stamped their way onto my face when I wasn't paying attention.  But I don't look so different from 23 do I?  Am I in denial?  I know I'm dangerously close to 30, and to me, that IS old. I still am shocked that last summer I attended my 10 year high school reunion.  I am flabbergasted that the girls who are now pledging my sorority were born in 1995.  My baby sisters are done with college, one with her masters, and they're getting married. My parents (who don't look any different to me than they did 10 years ago, except maybe improved)  are grandparents 7x over.  I have 4 kids people. FOUR. Granted, I cheated a little and got a 2-4-1 deal, but still. I'm a grown up, a mother and a wife. I'm an adult. (I have to tell myself that regularly because I sometimes don't belie...

I'm pretty standard, I have no real skills or specialized education that will enhance your life if you follow this blog, and I probably won't be disciplined enough to add posts on a regular basis. But everyone has a blog, and frankly I'm sort of jealous. And like the title reads, I'm just mediocre at everything I do, not especially great anything, but I have to believe at least some part of me is blog-worthy. I'll probably just use this as a way to document my life and the lives of my children, since my memory is so poor I can't tell you what I wore yesterday, let alone the weights, times, lengths, Apgars, etc, that so many mommies can spit out so easily.  I can't remember first words, funny kid-isms, or what you do to soothe a teething baby, although at this point I've had 4. I used to keep diaries as a kid, and by the time I was in high school I had finished my 4th. So this should be cake--except now I'm 29, I live in a crazy house with a dog, a ...