I find myself being very self-deprecating lately, when something in our household goes wrong. I can often be caught saying "Oh well. Guess I'm not getting that 'Mother of the Year' award." or "Sorry honey. There goes my nomination for 'Best Wife'." Seriously. Why do I do that? It's not like I'm sitting around all day eating bon-bons and watching Oprah!
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Yay, I'm back in high school again. Ok, not really, but the Un-Mom has tagged me, so I guess I have to go back. Back to big hair, bad music, pom-poms and angst. Great.
So, without further ado (To plagerize the Un-Mom), here are 7 things you should know about me as a teenager:
If anyone besides my mother has been reading this blog, they would notice that I've posted several times and included the tag VOTE!
While these posts have obviously been in favor of the candidate I prefer, I hope my other message has been clear. Get off your ass and vote, no matter whom you are voting for. My philosophy on voting has always been simple: If you don't bother to vote, then don't bother to complain about the way things are.