I’m Back. New Year. Pretty Much Same Me.
We even dress alike.

I’m Back. New Year. Pretty Much Same Me.

So I took a little time off from writing. I just needed to recharge and regroup. And really concentrate on my other passion. Drinking. Best thing I could have done. Because now I'm back and ready to rock. My holidays were amazing. Santa was extremely generous to my kids. And some day soon I may actually pick up the remaining wrapping paper that's littering my basement and put away the decorations. But for now I'm content with just closing the basement door. On New Year's Eve we took the kids…

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Girls Night Out: Bad Moms Christmas Style

Last week I had an awesome experience. I got to see the Bad Moms Christmas premiere with a group of my besties. Then, the next day, Shelly and I were invited to interview the stars of the movie. I mean no bigs. Just a normal Monday/Tuesday in our lives. We're totally used to starting our week off on a Monday night with an open bar and swag bags. Like total movie stars. And then waking up on a Tuesday morning and going to one of the fanciest hotels in downtown…

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It’s Time We Start to Respect the Police Again

Tensions are high in the city of Chicago right now. A lot has been going on. The Cubs won the World Series. There was a shooting of an armed man by an off-duty Chicago Police Officer. And there was the election. Those three events have directly impacted the police. They are the ones who are called to control all of the drunks celebrating in the streets. They are the ones called when a man is wielding a gun in the middle of a family oriented neighborhood. They are the ones…

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Getting My Daughter to Understand that Bad Moms are Real Moms

My kids love to watch videos on the computer. My oldest daughter is particularly obsessed with videos made by super moms. The ones that paint their lives perfect on their fresh internet canvas. At first I didn't mind her watching them. They were innocent enough. There were no swear words. There was no nudity. There was no yelling. There was no violence. Until I realized, there was no reality to any of it. This started to really bother me. She thinks she's growing up in this dysfunctional house and that…

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