The Law of Attraction: Minivan Edition

What was that line about being careful what you wish for?

It was just earlier this month that I wrote about my hate/hate relationship with my minivan. (In case you missed it -- here you go!) I couldn't go online, take my kids to school or watch TV without noticing countless other cars I'd rather be driving than my silver 'Hotyssey.' It's a lovely ride but there's something about it that evokes feelings of mid-life crisis and leaves me longing for the pre-kid me (not to be mistaken for life pre-kids).

Flash forward ten days or so after I hit publish on that post and BAM -- my car is hit. Jeff and the two littlest ones had just left the house a few minutes before (I was actually set to meet them after picking up supplies I needed to volunteer in Lucy's class) and didn't even get more than a mile away when they were rear ended while stopped at a red light.

Kirstie Alley Made Me Cry

It's not the first time a celebrity stirred up some strong emotions within me. But unlike the time I was 16 and Roger Clemens called me a b*%#h, or the time that Ryan Seacrest tried to take me down on the air,  this time the emotion was positive.

I haven't watched Dancing with the Stars for the past few seasons (mostly because they seem to be taking great liberty with the work 'stars' -- I recognize probably 25% of the cast these days). But I usually find myself checking it out during the finale, when the dancing has actually gotten pretty good and the competition heats up.

But today, when I did a search for  Kirstie Alley's video from last night, I never would have guessed I would find myself weeping like a pageant winner on her final walk (picture the shaking hands up by my face, mascara running...)

Boys Are Gross and Other Gems I've Learned from My Son

May 20, 2004 It was not only the day the world was blessed with the birth of a human being who will forever leave his mark wherever he goes... it was the day I could finally call myself a mom -- something I had dreamed of becoming for as long as I can remember.

I've had this post in my head for weeks now. I would write a tribute to my first born child on his 7th birthday -- sharing all of my love, adoration and admiration for the boy he is. I would describe the feelings I had the day he was born, how his ability to learn, grow and never give up inspires me to be a better person... how his sense of humor and creativity sparks a side of me I didn't know I had. I would gush over how he has been able to face challenges head on and constantly surprise and amaze us with his strength, determination and unwavering sense of self.

But who wants to read about all that?

Open Thread: What's On Your Mind?

This week is filled with nursing colds/fevers, prepping for someone's birthday and working on some big surprises for TSW readers. Besides, sometimes I'm tired of hearing from me.

What's on your mind? Let's hear it in the comments!

Schwarzenegger Hides His Love Child

News broke this morning that Arnold Schwarzenegger fathered a child more than ten years ago, hiding that bit of news from wife Maria Shriver until he completed his role as Governator. (Here's the full story)

"After leaving the governor's office I told my wife about this event, which occurred over a decade ago," Arnold said in a statement. "I understand and deserve the feelings of anger and disappointment among my friends and family. There are no excuses and I take full responsibility for the hurt I have caused. I have apologized to Maria, my children and my family. I am truly sorry."

What Arnold doesn't seem to understand (at least from that statement), is that he pulled a maneuver that makes extramarital sex look as inconsequential as spouting off empty campaign promises. Having sex outside of your marriage is wrong. Very wrong. But as details are uncovered surrounding the Kindergarten Cop's personal life, his affair seems to be the least of it all.

1. Arnold's relations were with a household staffer. Seriously, Arnold? Rumor has it you like the ladies but you can't leave the damn house to find a willing participant? I can't imagine my husband betraying my trust right under the same roof we work on our marriage and raise our children.