If you're a mom and you've never experienced this moment, or some version of it, then chances are you've somehow birthed mute kittens...

Is is just me, or does it seem like in the past year I've written a lot about the passing of legendary artists.

I'm starting to sound more and more like my grandma...how she used to list the names of the recently deceased within the first 2 minutes of our conversation...right after, “Hi, how are you?” and right before, “So, been to confession lately?”.

Am I already at that age?..

There comes a time in your child's life when you realize how much they're too clever for their own good.

Well actually..more like too clever for YOUR own good...

My perfect little festival bubble has busted.

My shoulders are sun burnt, I sound like a 75 year old woman who's been smoking 3 packs of Marlboro Reds a day for the past 55 years* and the lyrics “Y faut que tu rides sur ton cheval, galope...” keep looping in my head...

My maternal language is French.

But, I consider myself to be perfectly bilingual since I've been speaking English as far back as I can remember.

I have, however, on occasion found it frustrating and hard to translate some of my French...or rather Acadian..expressions...

Contest in now closed. Congrats to Wayne Arnold and Shaylyn Broussard for winning tickets to see Dick Dale live at the Blue Moon Saloon! Thanks to everyone who participated!

When you think of the words PULP FICTION, what comes to mind?

Perhaps this?..

Have you met my son?...

You know when you watch a fashion show on TV and at the end the designer comes out and he/she is dressed like a bum?

I think that's what I want to do.

I want to wear my husband's Shlitz t-shirt with my worn jeans that I haven’t washed since my second year of college because they're stretched out just right and design some fine ass clothes!...

When Mark and I get a babysitter, we usually ride our bikes downtown to have dinner.

I've probably never told him this, but those 10 minute bike rides are some of my favorite minutes. For some reason, during that little half a mile we become our pre-marriage, pre-kids, pre-real responsibilities selves and we just chill...like back when he had long hair and I could still leave the house without having to rub off a Cheetos stain off my pants...

Like I've said a thousand times before, my children's music 101 lessons often happen when my kids are strapped safely in their car seats in the back seats of our minivan.

This is the perfect place because they have no choice but to listen to me ramble on about the importance of real rock-n-roll and the significance of Jimmy Page's guitar solo in Whole Lotta Love...