j04385441Warning: This is a “mommy” blog.

Don’t worry though. I will never talk about breastfeeding or giving birth. Not that there isn’t anything wrong with that. I just never got to do that with my kids. Some moms have kids that don’t come out of their vagina and that is just the way it is.

So, I will ramble on incessantly about my kids, advocating for kids in foster care, disability accomodation/dignity. I also like to share my crafty shiz: quilting and cross-stitching.

About me, Tiruba Tuba: I have a job. A “career”, I guess you could say, but who really calls it that?…I have a bunch of stupid degrees that were spectacularly unsatisfying to obtain with the exception of my grad degree in child welfare/org development. I like rock music, bad boys with big hearts (i.e. The Husband), and I am somewhere between a motorcycle mama and a socialist hippy (no politics will be discussed here!). I also have cancer. Weird.

Enough about me.

The rest of the crew:

The Husband: Businessman. Biker boy. Baker. One bad-ass husband in a very good way.

TTops: Exhuberant daughter in her early teens who has many challenges. Enjoys reading, puzzles, and music. I love her more than words could ever express but I struggle with finding her the help that she needs for her extensive special needs. She sometimes drives me crazy. AKA The Screamer

Butter Boy: Loveable little guy in early elementary school. Enjoys eating, cuddling, cars, legos, creating art and urinating. AKA The Urinator

Lil G: The family comedian. Also in early elementary school. Enjoys cars, legos, and is incredibly athletic. Has a number of special needs and very short temper. AKA My Hot Tamale

The Lab: Super dog, best dog in the freakin’ world. AKA Big Rig

The Husky: Chatty character. Enjoys eating through metal, licking her butt, and kissing my children. AKA Shitta