My son Truman starts T-ball and soccer this week. I asked my husband if this meant I was now an official Soccer Mom. He said no. Perhaps I fit more the role of the Soccer Moms of the 1990s than those of of the 2000s. But in the 1990s, being a mother, especially one who totes her child to various sports and activities, was the farthest thing from my mind.
These days, though, I’m more apt to be associated with another demographic, iPhone Moms. That’s right. A study done by Greystripe, a mobile ad network, has identified iPhone Moms as a …read more

All I wanted for Christmas was my dream home. And I got it. We moved into our first home last Saturday and it’s 1,000 times better than I dreamed possible.
Picture this with a big, giant red bow . . .
Yes, that’s a ski lodge sized fireplace. Yes, the entire wall to the right is built in 1950s book shelves, drawers and cabinets. Yes, there are original parquet wood floors. Absolutely, there is lighted vaulted ceiling. See that lovely Christmas tree? It’s an 8.5 foot tree. The ceiling fan has a remote control. I’m totally serious.
To understand exactly how much I appreciate our …read more

It takes a very secure man to rock a hot pink shirt that screams Pink Ladies.
This guy is my hero for the week. Not only does he coach his daughter’s soccer team, but he’s secure enough in himself to proudly wear this shirt in public.

My husband and I took the Dave Ramsey course Financial Peace University a few years ago and we finally had enough cash to buy a new car.

We live within our means – period. We finance nothing, aside from a house (when we’ve saved enough of a down payment). If you find yourself going to sleep with a sick feeling in your stomach, or your prayers often include this sentence, “God, please find some way for us to make our payments,” then this class is for you. Follow this link and enter your zip code and find out when and where …read more