John Hughes died today. Marking the passing of a man whose movies splayed my teen years out there for everyone to see. Was I the princess? Was I the athlete? Was I the basket case? Does it matter? Hughes made it okay to be whoever you were. No matter what. In the immortal words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. ”
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:
The main job of a parent is to make sure you prepare your kids to one day survive on their Read it!
And so it begins, the start of the bumps, bruises, scrapes, and other various physical evidence of “brotherly love”.
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This should be a post about Zachary’s 7th birthday, but since he still has his bowling party tomorrow this is Read it!
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