Monday, December 6, 2010

New Adventures...

Hello all!!!! I'm sorry it's been a while. Just wanted to update you on the Karacian's!

We have gotten settled into our new digs in the politically corrupt state of Illinois. The kids are settling in like the champs that they are and making lots of new friends! Ali, however, is trying to find a foster family back in the Falls. She wants to move back there in the worst way. Caty is Caty, and is going with the flow. For being my shy child, has transitioned beautifully! I am so proud of my girls!

The dogs are loving their new back yard; they have an acre to ruin and enjoy every minute of it. There are tons of squirrels and chipmunks for Zoe and a family of deer and a lone red fox for Hank and Scarlet to torture... The back yard has already given Cate ample snowboarding practice. She is doing awesome on that thing!

Ben is loving is job, but is still gone to much for my liking... wait, maybe THAT'S why he loves it! :)

On my end, I have been busy making this place home. It's 80% there, but we have time! I have also started selling Scentsy, so let me know if you would like to know more about it or need to place an order. I am really excited about this new adventure and I am looking forward to meeting fellow Chicagoins (Chicagoites, Chicagolivers?).

So, just in case you have been wondering, the Karacian's are wonderfully blessed in the tundra! If I don't post for awhile...MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAVE A BLESSED NEW YEAR!!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Buehler. Buehler. Buehler...

Forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned. It has been two months (GASP!) since my last blog. I will try to update you on what has been going on with the Karacian's since we last spoke...

Well, let's see. My babies started a new school year. Ali is now an eigth grader and Caty is a fifth grader. Can you even believe it? How is it possible that I have kids that are that old and I am only 25? Things that make you go 'hmmmmmmmmmmm'.

Ben got another promotion so we are making like LeBron and hightailing it outta Cleveland, but instead of heading to a hot spot like Miami we are going the opposite direction and moving to Chicago. This will all be 'going down' in the next few weeks. Ben and I had it all planned out. We would fly to Chicago, go through some homes (or 50. Yep,we went through 50 homes), find the ones that we liked and then travel back a couple times until we found the perfect one for this next new adventure in our lives. It all was going so smoothly until we listed our house on Friday and sold it on Monday... that is when we lost the luxery of time and momma started to panic a smidge. I will never complain about selling our home so quickly, it was great! I just would have liked to know the teeny-tiny little detail of where we were relocating our furniture. But, I will not worry about it because the good Lord always takes care of us. We did decide on a great home that I hardly remember anything it will be like Christmas morning when I pull in the driveway!

To make things just a little more exciting, we added to our brood! We are now the proud parents to Scarlet Grey Karacia (GO BUCKS!), a Chesapeake Bay Retriever (yes, another one! SHUT UP! I can hear you laughing from here!) Hank just didn't cause enough mischief or make enough mess for us, so we adopted his cousin (seriously. their mom's are sister's). We took him with us back to the farm where he was born to help us pick his new sibling. He looked around like he was disgusted that we would even subject him to all the butt sniffing (Hank has finally realized that he is a human, and not a dog, as his AKC papers suggest). Caty picked out little Scarlet and we love her so much. We, as in Ben, the girls, I. Hank tolerates her the way Zoe tolerates him...ahhhh, the circle of life!

So, that is a little update for ya! I am sure that I will have some more great stories to follow soon... like how we traveled from Cleveland to Chicago in a minivan, with 4 humans, 3 dogs, 2 turtle doves and a mom with drinking problem (I predict I will develop a drinking problem by then. We shall see).

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The LeBron fire is going a bit to far...

OK. I admit it. I was as sad as everyone else (not from Miami) when I watched the train wreck on ESPN called THE DECISION. I was sad that we were not going to watch number 23 work his magic on the Cavs court anymore. I was sad that there would be no more 'across the way' sightings of the hometown hero. I was (most) sad that I could have bought a NICE Coach purse for the amount of money I had spent the season before to get the girls JAMES 23 team jerseys. I was sad the same way you would be sad that you lost one of your favorite $5.00 flip flops from Old Navy... meaning, I woke up the next day and I realized it was no big deal; life goes on. Then the backlash started! Listen people, I understand that I am not a sports fanatic like some out there. I enjoy watching the occasional game, but I won't be in a bad mood if 'my team' loses and I won't throw things at the TV if there is a bad call (both things I have seen adult men do {not Ben}. The radio coverage has been brutal (some deserved by The King) and really rude. Questioning his loyalty and values... c'mon. Get over it. YES, the Akron/Cleveland area has relied heavily on LeBron for 7 years and he has done great things in that time, but it is not fair to say that he is going to 'cause Cleveland to go bankrupt'. People should know better than to 'put all their eggs in one basket' and rest their futures and fortunes on the shoulders of a child (let's face it, I could almost be his mother). Yes, it was wrong how he dropped the bomb on those of us who have loved him in a Cavs jersey all these years. He should have came door to door and told us his intentions and apologized individually. Let's face it, if you are an adult and are still harping on this, you need to find a hobby! This was a business decision, plain and simple. He knew he was going to be disowned by his hometown with this decision, but it was his decision to make. Doesn't mean he has no loyalty to Akron and Cleveland. It means he is growing up and leaving the nest. Clevelanders will survive this 'crisis' and Akroners will embrace him again (when he comes back for his 50th SV/SM high school reunion, but LIFE WILL GO ON! Just put all that energy into cheering for the rest of the CAVS team! They are good. They played great in the finals when James was hurt... they pulled off the W's! They can do it without him... Lord knows they have more determination than ever to win now!!!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Really? It's half over?

Seriously, July! You couldn't have taken your sweet time getting here? Here we are, going on our merry way, enjoying relaxing pool time and then you have to come and ruin it! I LOVE summertime with the kids. I LOVE not rushing around. I LOVE not having hours of homework... I LOVE summer! But here comes July, like some Debby Downer at a party, and brings with it (GASP) school supply ads! COME ON!!!! Give me a break here! We still have lots to do, but once July rears it's ugly head, the rest of summer flies by! I guess I am going to have to drown my sorrows at the pool :)

Monday, June 14, 2010

It's a small world after all...

OK, so I love a good 'small world' story and I have a good one indeed! Tonight we took the dogs to the dog park, same one we go to all the time. We always have a Chesapeake Bay Retriever and a Rat Terrier in tow and almost everyone there knows Hank and Zoe. So they were playing with their friends tonight and we look at the walkway and see two women walking in with what appears to be a Chesy and a terrier. Well, this is ironic that 1.)they have as pets the exact dogs that we do and b.) it's a Chesy...other than his mom and siblings (an hour away, we haven't seen another). So they come in and Hank and this other Chesy hit it off like gangbusters! They are running and playing and having a great time. As we are watching, Hank gets a little 'Hanklike' and starts jumping on this dog. I said to the owner, "he's really friendly, he's just a pup. She said, 'It's OK. She is too. She is only 10 months old". I said, "so is he". Then we start looking at them and they look A LOT alike. I asked her where she got him and she said 'Doylestown'. I said, "oh, we got him in Uniontown'. She looked at her mom and said, "that sounds right". "How many was in his litter?", she asked. "10" I said. She said, "her too". Then she said, "is his birthday August 2nd?". We both cracked up. Hank had found his long lost sister!!!! These 2 had never been to this dog park before and we went later than usual! It was awesome!

Friday, June 11, 2010

The Hankpire Strikes Back... again

Forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned. It has been 2 months (gasp) since my last confession! The thing is, I am not a writer, per sa. I can't just sit down and put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard, if you want to get technical). I need inspiration, and aside from the daily chaos of this house, I haven't had anything out of the ordinary happen...UNTIL YESTERDAY!

In the summer, the kids and I are very busy; what with our hectic pool schedule and all. Well, yesterday was a particulary long day. We had lunch with a friend, then went straight to the pool, followed directly to Caty's soccer practice. Needless to say, this is WAY to long to leave even the most Dennising the Menacing of dogs in a cage. So, with MUCH thinking (but mostly guilt), I decided to go against all my better judgement and motherly instincts, and leave THE HANK out of his cage for the day...

I called Ben at work and told him he needed to leave work a little early just to go home and check on him and to make sure the house was still pretty much intact. Aside, of course, from the carpet, wood floors, and drywall that he has already destroyed (see previous blogs). He was so excited because the 'Ice Queen' has finally relented and left his beloved dog to roam freely in the house for the first time, that he happily agreed to the task.

All was well on the home front for the first check. Ben called and was happy as a dad could be about the progress that his baby was making (see previous blogs to be reminded of the his affection for this dog). So, off to soccer practice I go and off to get a hair cut he goes. Now, I have to admit, I am feeling really proud of myself for 'biting the bullet' and giving this dog some freedom AND that he is proving that he can handle it. (Time lapse here, and just picture what is going on at the Karacia's this go-round)...

Well, I pull on to my street and see that house still standing (good sign, #1). I pull in the garage and it is silent, which means he is not terrorizing Zoe (good sign #2). I walk into the house and it smells really good, almost dessert-like (good sign #3, no accidents)... then I start to wonder why my house smells chocolaty...

Backtracking a little here. For those of you that have been in the Karacia casa, you know that the majority of the downstairs is wood floors, which comes in really handy when you have pets. They only go onto the carpet when they need to get sick or have an accident (reason for the purchase of the bad ass carpet cleaner). So, you can imagine my surprise when I notice that Hank has carefully carried a container of cocoa powder from the kitchen island (a large area covered in wood floors) and not so carfully distributed said cocoa powder ALL OVER my beige carpeted living room floor. It was a beautifully display of brown and beige, and the cherry on top was a tiny little rat terrier rolling around in it marking her territory.

The best part was that Ben walked in the door right after me so he saw first hand the shock on my face (laced perfectly with and "I told you so" smirk. His only sound was a long, drawn out "DAAAAMMMMMNNNN". He then proceeded to the closet and was able to use that bad ass carpet cleaner himself, and I proceeded to the grocery and bought some cocoa powder. I only wish I was in the right frome of mind to snap pictures of this... and just so you know, the BACC works AWESOME!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Soccer Mom Daughtry Groupies Rule...

Yes, you heard it right. Just like O'Doyle ruled in Billy Madison, Soccer Mom Daughtry groupies (or SMDG's) rule here in the real world. You may be asking yourself what a SMDG is? Well,SMDG are women that have a love/obsession with the Rock band Daughtry. This is a VERY selective group of women (so far there are 2 in our sector). If you are wanting to know how you too, can join this awesome group, you need to meet the following requirements: (1)attend at least one concert a year (if you have to drive to a different state, that will get you bonus points), (2)own multiple pillowcases with the likeness of THE MAN, (3)buy T-shirts, key chains, jean jacket buttons for no other reason except that they have his name and face on them, etc, (4) have a personalized license plate (Oh, sorry, THAT one belongs to a man...SHOUT OUT TO MIKE HEFFNER), (5)pay crazy amounts of money to attend meet and greets to wait in lines and spend 2 minutes in his presence, and(6)make scrapbooks of each concert excursion. These are the simple rules...I hope to invite some of you in very soon!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

MMMMM, tastes like chicken...

This weekend I went away to my annual/bi-annual girls only trip (more to come on a separate blog)... you know, the kind where you leave home at home and indulge in a little 'just me and the gals' time?! After a two hour drive I made it safely to Columbus, where I met up with Nickie, Carrie, and Audra. We had an eventful afternoon, me and my gals, eating and attending a little get together at the Schottenstein (hee hee, more to come in a separate blog). Then we headed back to the hotel and met up with Ang and Lisa, for some more girls time. The plan was to unwind, catch up with each other, have a pillow know, the usual. That is when I saw the text... Ben sent me the above picture with the caption *Hank's new chew toy. He misses u*. That's right, now, not only do I have to worry about my children (Ben included) rebelling and causing trouble while I am gone, I have to worry about a dog destructing my house because 'he misses me"? Really? Seriously? How long does this 'puppy' stage last? My bank account can not take much more of this phase.

Monday, March 29, 2010

I honestly don't understand people that don't appreciate and/or enjoy their children! I LIVE for my girls, and I am proud of it. I hear people make comments about how much their kids drive them crazy and not being able to wait until their kids are out of the house...this does not make sense to me! All that I do is wrapped around the simple fact that I want my girls to love their life and KNOW THAT THEY ARE LOVED MORE THAN ANYTHING! I am proud of the fact that my girls know, without a doubt, that Mom and Dad will be there for them, WHENEVER they need them. I love the way that my girls, at 9 and 13, still want me to tuck them in at night. I love the fact in a room full of empty seating, that my girls will choose the spot on the couch right next to me. I love the fact that my daughters' friends like to be at our house, not because it's the 'cool' house, but because there is always laughter and hugs! I love the fact that my girls expect there to be cupcakes/cake for celebrating first and last days of school, not because they think they deserve it, but because it's just how it's always been. I especially love (more than anything else) how my girls are the best parts of both Ben and I wrapped up into one, fantastic individual! I know in my heart that I was put on this earth to be the mother of these two wonderful girls and I thank God daily for that joy and blessing. The only wish I have for my girls is that they continue to be healthy and that they grow up to be wonderful, Godly women, that will ALWAYS know the joy I get from being their mom. I am the luckiest girl in the world just for knowing these girls, so getting to be their momma is the icing on the cake.

So, for you parents that have been blessed with wonderful children and fail to appreciate what you have, I say shame on you. Shame on you for not letting these beautiful babies feel the love they deserve and NEED. But mostly I say this... I feel sorry for you. You are missing out on the most magical time of your life. Spend quality time with your kids and always, ALWAYS, make them feel wanted! Now get your head outta your ass and LOVE THOSE KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!! After all, they will be the ones choosing your nursing home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Wolfpack's good deed of the day...

RIDDLE ME THIS...Why do girls think it looks good to pout their lips out when they see a camera? It's quite odd that they are purposely making their face appear as if they were attacked by a school of jellyfish. Girls, let me make it easy for you...IT DOES NOT LOOK GOOD. IT LOOKS RIDICULOUS! Please stop! If you don't believe me after these hysterical demonstrations by the Wolfpack, well then, you are on your own. But please know that you WILL ask yourself one day, "Self, WTF?" Just don't say we didn't warn you!

Proof is in the pudding...

OK, for you followers that thought I was kidding, or just simply 'overreacting' to my post about sleeping with bed hogs, here is my proof. It was taken with my cell phone so the quality is grainy, but you will get the jist of my dilemma. As you can see, Ben looks to be only slightly encroaching on my much loved 'personal space', but if you look closer you will see his leg kicked out to a sharp mathmatical angle (I don't know the degree, I hate math! It's one of the reason's I married Ben. He is a genius and does all my hard thinking for me). DID I MENTION THAT THIS PICTURE WAS TAKEN AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING? DID I ALSO MENTION THAT SECONDS AFTER THIS SNAPSHOT, I ELBOWED HIM IN THE RIBS AND SAID, "SCOOT THE ^*%# OVER, *%#$&!!!!!!!!", to which he yelled (while asleep, I might add), "YOU ARE OVERREACTING!!!". Take a look at ALL the 'personal space' the mistress has... now, look at the space the wife is alloted! I think tonight I will have an Ambien for dinner...

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Free nugget of wisdom

For my followers, I know that I usually write funny anecdotes about my life but I figured it was time to give you a helpful piece of advice. Listen carefully and take note: Don't be surprised if while you are mopping, your A.D.D. infested puppy, gets over-excited. This holds especially true if he is a water dag, like mine. Also, he will probably attack the mop that is dripping with the beloved water and then proceed to run acrossed the wet floor, leaving his precious, saucer size, paw marks all over your freshly mopped floor. Last but not least, he may (OK, definitely) be so euphoric with all the goings on in the kitchen that he begins to shoot a 5 foot long geyser of urine all over the place as he is running around like a maniac. I hope you find this little nugget of free advice helpful. You are welcome...

Yes, I love technology

Is it me, or is it still confusing when you think about how all this new-fangled technology works!? I am jumping on the Skype bandwagon, and I have to say, I love it! Just this morning I had coffee with my cousin who lives 4 hours away. But how does it work? Seriously? It's a live video of me talking to a live video of her... how does it get to where it needs to go so quickly? I can't wrap my blonde head around it.(Don't try to explain it. There is no use. My engineered-brain husband can't even teach me). Luckily, I am not one to have to over-think things (shocker, right?) or have to know just how something works before I can enjoy it. No, ma'am... I LOVE the Skype in spite of it. It ranks right up there with the wireless internet card for me (Ben rolled his eyes and said, "It's just like how a cell phone works". Well, this only got me wondering how a cell phone worked... thanks for making it even more confusing Dear). So, I will add the Skype to the many other inventions that I still don't understand but enjoy, none the less... microwave, cordless phone, wireless internet (anything 'wireless'), cell phone, satellite TV, the computer as a whole, popcorn, airplanes, iPods, radios, etc....

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Raise your hands in the air...

So, how many of you are lucky enough to have been instantly awakened by having a 75 pound dog jump on your head? Anyone...Anyone? Don't be shy... OK, so maybe not everyone's household is a hot~mess like mine is, so I will describe to you what it's like: I wake up at 3:13 this morning because I can not move my head - do I have a migraine coming on? Am I having a stroke? Am I paralyzed from all the facial mask I use? The answer is no, no and no. I am simply stuck under the enormous paws of the slobbering dog that is standing, you guessed it, on my pillow*. (see previous posting to be reminded how much I loathe sharing my bed). So I try to move my groggy head under his weight so that maybe he will realize that he is not welcome on my pillow (or my bed for that matter, but he is Ben's mistress). He takes my movement as a sign of acceptance and lays his happy ass right across both our pillows (yes, he is THAT big). Well, forget about moving that dead weight an inch. So I roll over and fall back asleep ( with two enormous front paws draped over my neck ). I fall back into the land of rainbows and unicorns long enough to feel the freedom of 'sleeping alone' only to be awaken again, but this time it's the sound of his uncoordinated puppy body sprinting toward the bed. I brace myself because I know what is next... yep, there it is, he is floating like a butterfly and yep, now my face stings like a bee; for he has landed on it with his gigantor, unruly body! So begins another day...RISE AND SHINE!!!!

On a more serious note... my mom texted me last night and told me that Precious, the cat I brought home in 1991 as a newborn kitty, had just died. She was a great girl and will be missed! R.I.P. Presh!!!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Give Blood, Give Life

So, it's the beginning of the month again, and for me that means heading to the library to donate blood to the American Red Cross. This is something I am passionate about. It takes hardly any time out of your day and you are helping save lives... what is cooler than that? The following is copied from the American Red Cross website:
Give Blood

To learn more about blood donation opportunities, visit or
call 1-800-GIVE-LIFE (1-800-448-3543).

Every minute of every day, someone needs blood. That blood can only come from a volunteer donor, a person like you who makes the choice to donate. There is no substitute for your donation.

When you make a blood donation, you join a very select group. Currently only 3 out of every 100 people in America donate blood.

From its beginning, the American Red Cross has formed a community of service, of generous, strong and decent people bound by beliefs beyond themselves. The American Red Cross blood donor embodies this principle. Please join us in our mission to maintain a safe and stable blood supply by making your appointment to donate blood today.

To find out where you can donate, visit or call 1-800-GIVE-LIFE (1-800-448-3543).

Want to know if you're able to give blood? Review the donor eligibility guidelines.

And, hopefully one day my girls will make the decision to give blood... of course, I will probably have to tell them that Edward Cullen will be the one drawing it that day... HEY, WHATEVER WORKS!!!! Have a great Monday!

Sunday, February 28, 2010

You have the right to remain silent... and on your side of the bed

So Ward and June Cleaver were clearly onto something! The older I get the smaller a king size bed feels. Call me old fashion, but when I go to sleep, I do not want to be touched or breathed on. My husband, on the other hand, does not agree with me. He is a firm believer in the 'spoon' and has to fall asleep in said position every night! This means that our king size bed instantly becomes a twin size, and it always happens on my side. Add to the mix a rapidly growing 6 month old, 70 pound pup and things get heated in the wee hours of the night/morning! God love his snuggling, snoring heart... I know I am blessed to have him here to want to spoon with me after 18 years together, but all I can think of at these times is making a citizens arrest and reading him the 'Tiffani Rights'...You have the right to remain silent and on your side of the bed. Anytime you snore it will used against you in a court of my elbow to your rib cage. If you can not stay on the east side of the bed, a separate bed and or bedroom will be appointed to you!... Yes, Ward and June Cleaver were onto something, but the twin beds are for the birds. We may end up with a bedroom with two king size beds... one for the hubs, the horse and their spooning and another one for me, myself and I!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Proof of usage... somehow forgot to attach to below :)

This is your dog on drugs...

Hank is home from the vet after a traumatic day of baby tooth and nard removal. Dr. Gates said he was a "model patient, but given the amount of sedative it took to put him under, he is, for lack of a better word, STONED". He is staggering around the house like he's never seen it before and making noises that I can only compare to that of sounds made by Jaba the Hut, but I am so happy to have my Hanky home. Let the chaos and mischief begin once again...

Tiff...aka Big Momma, momma or The Wife

This is me (can you guess which one I am). I am the ringleader of the madness on Tanglewood and I wouldn't have it any other way!!!

Zoe...aka Z, Big Z, Z-Zo, or UU

Zoe was a gift to Ben from my dad on Christmas day, 2006. Our lives have not been the same since... she is a crazy hyper Rat Terrier that is the leader of the house, and I am pretty sure she is the reason Lexie (or beloved Golden Retriever) died; she was just to old to handle this fireball! She has quite the personality; maybe attitude is a more appropriate word. She prances around the house like a show horse and really does believe she is human. Zoe is not yet a fan of Hank, but being the true lady that she is, she tolerates him for the most part.

Caty...aka Stink, Stinker, Peach or Cate

AWWW, Caty. What can I say about Caty that you can't tell just by looking at her. She is the sweetest thing ever born! While I was pregnant with her I prayed everyday for a baby that wanted me... by this I mean just that :) Ali loved me when she was hungry or needed changed, but other than that she wanted left alone. My prayers were answered the moment Cate was born. She latched onto me and continued to eat for an hour and a half. We have been inseperable ever since then. Caty loves more than anything to be home in her PJ's... she is a major homebody! She is a natural athlete and has the sweetest personality I have ever seen in a child. Everyone that meets her comments that she is so sweet! She used to be painfully shy and as a wee one would put her head down and sing to herself to block out people as they were talking to her. She is very creative and loves to draw, and you will rarely see a picture of her where she isn't making some sort of goofy face...She is my joy!!!!

Ali... aka Big Al, Big Time, or just BIG

This is Ali. She is my first born. As you can see, she is the SPITTING FREAKIN IMAGE of her father. It used to annoy me; I gained all the weight, accrued 8 miles of stretch marks and many other gross things just to give her life and she comes out looking like that?! BUT, as she got older I realized that this child had the same charming disposition and personality as her mother! Now, those of you without daughters may be saying, "Awww, that is so sweet. Like mother like daughter"... those of you with daughters are shaking your head saying, "Poor Ben"! Since Ali and I are basically of the same mind (smart-assily, not smartly. She is WAAAAYYYY smarter than I will ever be)it makes for heated battles. I sometimes look at Ben while I am in the midst of a battle with her and scream, "CAN YOU HELP ME OUT HERE?" His response, "Now you know what it's like dealing with you"... Touche, my dear husband! Ali is a fantastic girl whom I am so priviledged to mother everyday. I love her more than she will ever know (until she has her own kids)! She was, and still is, my greatest gift!!!!

Ben and Hank (the husband and his baby)

This is my husband Ben. He is the greatest man ever created by God. I say this because he gave me the two greatest daughters ever created by God AND because he tolerates me on a daily basis...with him is Hank. Hank is a Chesapeake Bay Retriever that has an appetite for expensive shoes (mine) and drywall (my walls).

Meet the Karacia's

In the stories of my life you read here you will become familiar with the characters in my life. I will now introduce you to the cast that makes it all worth while...

My Name is Tiff, and I am a blogger

I woke up yesterday and realized I was a closet blogger. I have never blogged before and to be honest, I detest the word 'blog', but something in me was screaming at me to create said blog!
I guess you can say I started my 'blogging' at an early age, except back then it was called journaling and it was done on paper (see dictionary if unfamiliar with the term *writing*). There rarely has been a time in my life when things were quiet or mundane, so I am the perfect candidate to create one of these blog things. I have journaled on and off throughout my life and really enjoy the process, so I think this may be A LOT of fun for me. I have a facebook page that I sometimes write on and people seem to like it. They make comments about how I should write a column in a newspaper because my stories are so funny... I am not sure if they realize that I am NOT making them up. These are real, true life, goings-on in and around the Karacia casa.

I am excited to start this new chapter in my life! I can't wait to hear your thoughts about what I have to say (unless it's bad, in which case you can keep it to yourself) :)