The R Family Diaries

So I have a secret love. No, it's not another man. It's a women. Well, actually 5 of them. {Six, if you count Laurie.} I love the Real Housewives of Orange County.  {"Real"  oh the irony.} I just watched the "reunion episode", man, it cracks me up.   Grown women bickering, accusing, crying, lying.. oh, it was just all so good. Vicki's face every time she disagreed with something... priceless.  I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head!  I love that she said Lynn made her cry... yeah right.  She eats a Lynn every morning for breakfast. Tamara- you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you'll never take the trailer park out of the girl! Jeana- Could you make more excuses for your rude, obnoxious son? Lynn- even her crying was delayed by 20 minutes... it's like she got the insults a half hour later.  She is my least favorite... and could her legs have had anymore spray tan on them? Weird. Gretchen- as much as I don't want to ...

First of all, Welcome to my place SITtas! Let me introduce you to Ava, my blog.  Isn't she pretty? Next let me thank the 14 wonderful bloggers who babysat Ava the past two weeks... scroll down for some great posts.  You ladies were awesome. Take a look around and let me know what you think. A while back, I wrote a 3 part story about a crazy lady in my book club and her abuse of the term "LOL".  You might find it entertaining.   That's Here. Besides being the co-founder of SITS, I am known for something else in bloggyland... the term Crackliture.  Initially, I coined the term to describe the Twilight Series and it caught on quite quick... google it if you don't believe me... but don't steal it... {I.copyright.everything. } And, if that's not enough, check out "My Best Posts" over there to the left. Have fun and come back and see me again... I mean if you like what you see, why not follow me? Right?  Right.

Hi all! My name is Rachael, from Little Bites of Heaven . Before I get into the post, I want to first say that I am incredibly honored to be able to guest post for Tiffany...so, thank you Tiffany for trusting me with Ava. Initially, I set out to write a humorous post, but honestly...I am not really all that funny. I do try, sometimes. But my attempts are usually met with a crickets chirping type of silence. So...I figured I would spare you that pain and instead share with you something that has been on my mind. Every so often, I get little reminders that my life is finite + fragile. They can be internal or external, they can be personal or impersonal, they can be tiny nudges or full blown shoves; the impact tends to depend on what is required at that moment in time. I am always looking out to see what comes next, but as it so often goes, I am never ready for them. And yet their timing is, somehow, always perfect; hitting right where I need it, just when I need it. And there ...

Psssssssst.... Today is Tiffany's birthday, y'all. Give her mad love and blissful greetings, OK??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIFFANY!!!! Love you, Lula p.s. Don't kill me!

Hey there everyone! (I don't know why, but I start a lot of my emails and stuff with that phrase. It's casual and fun yet not too cozy. Ya know?) I'm Tiffany's friend C. (Right Tiff? You'd say we're friends, right? Can I call you Tiff? I've been meaning to ask you that. Or does that nickname bug the heck out of you? I'll let you call me a nickname. But you have to be nice about it. I'll even tell you what my family calls me. And no one else in bloggyland knows. Of course, you know a lot of things no one else in bloggyland knows. And you better keep your mouth shut cause I've paid you quite the pretty penny in bribe money and...I guess I better not piss (can I say piss?) you off huh?) Some of you may know me as Tattooed Minivan Mom . Yep. That's me. Don't worry. This is a strictly G rated post (minus the piss). You can keep your eyes open. (And before I forget, if you have a chance today, stop by my blog. My very next post will be my 100t...

Got a little girl?  Then you know all about Gymboree - the overpriced children's boutique that sells perfectly coordinated "collections" with corny names.  (Just so you know...it's owned by satan.)  You walk in and find - oh, let's say a sweater with a pink butterfly on it - and surprise! there's a matching cordory skirt and - ooh! look at the darling tiny butterfly tights and - oh my gosh, look at those butterfly hair bows! and before you know it you have $80 invested in one crappy pink butterfly outfit that's carefully stored in your daughter's closet waiting for THE perfect opportunity to be shown off.  (Like a family holiday where your offspring has to one-up your sister's kids.)  When that far off day finally arrives, you hover over your daughter protecting The Precious (the outfit, of course, not the kid...who cares about the kid?) and scream whenever your daughter goes near a Crayola product or dares to reach for a condiment.  She's...

Hey guys! It's Summer from Le Musings of Moi , and I'm more than happy to help Tiffany out with her blogging vay-cay. Only, I just realized I was supposed to post this Tuesday not Thursday. Oh no. Bad bad guest blogger. But, hey they both start with T's. Does that excuse it? What about the fact that my three year old is up out of bed a thousand times a night? Or that I'm on a dumb diet that has taken away my mind? Regardless, here's my post, and tomorrow Tattooed Minivan Mom will take it away. (I'm so so sorry, Tiffany!) So, you should know that I'm considering the occupation of motivational speaker. You know, it's just that I have so much wisdom inside, and it's all I can do not to bust it out to every person I see on the streets. Especially when it comes to marriage. I just feel that everyone should know the secrets I have within me. I mean, you think "The Secret" is motivational? Well, just wait till you hear mine. What sec...