The parents from Gregory Seahurst pool and the parents from the Normandy Park pool actually want to have their own college-daze swim relay. I simply can’t believe that any grownup with a lick of common sense would want to squeeze into a skin-tight Speedo, and jump into a barely-tepid pool. A humiliating event to be sure. Well, for me it would be mortifying, maybe not for these studly parents.

I recently received a Facebook invite from my son. I’m on his “Friend” list and thus far still included in any and all types of invites. The party invite seemed vaguely familiar—I guess the words “Catholic School” caught my attention because I coincidentally received an invitation to my daughter’s Catholic school auction on the same day—by snail mail. It wasn’t nearly as amusing. We opted to go to my son’s party, it sounded a bit more intrigueing.

Easter done—and boy was it fun!

Seven Jeans are a “must have” for the single man of a certain age, but the fit is critical for post teenage years.

How many hours/minutes does it take to accomplish your “to do” list?

Austin, my oldest son is going to college. Most of the time I am so happy for him, but where does this leave me? He was an extra appendage on my leg until the age of eight, not that I minded dragging his little body around. To this day, he stoutly denies ever holding fast to my pant leg, a humorous sight to be sure.

Entering the information superhighway via my coffee hole on ramp, I look around to see what usual suspects are in attendance today . . . at Starbucks in Normandy Park.

My husband reverts to his carefree days of high school driver-hood when ever we rent a car. Perhaps it is some mothballed memory of a previous beater-car disaster that brings out his crazy driving behavior; whatever, his driving is rarely a good example for our three teenagers.

Every year I look forward to watching the Academy Awards ceremony with great anticipation. This year I decided to throw an “Academy Awards” soiree. What better way to fully digest the glitz, glamour, and the non-ending speeches than with a group of speculative friends? Did you like her dress? I wonder who created that funny-looking bees nest on her head?

You might remember me talking about funny idiot gym attendees who “lose” their lockers. Unfortunately, this happened to me, even now as I write about this, I am amazed about the loss of my belongings as my mind has been razor sharp as of late.