The Thrill Is Gone!

Blog URL:http://www.dathrillisgone.blogspot.com
Blog Tags:comedy, parenting, marriage, funny, realistic, children, life
State/Province:North Carolina

True and funny stories about my life as a dysfunctional mom and wife! We need a sitcom!



Latest Blog Posts



Visits

on Jul 19, 2018

A glass of wine should be a prerequisite before annual gynecological visits. I've had these visits for years but still haven't gotten used to them yet. The most recent visit was made a year in advance so you'd think I was anxiety-free. I should have...

This blog could actually just be posts about our son's trips to the doctor. I have quite a few posts about that on here over the years. The posts started when he was about five. He's 14 and the stories haven't stopped.After being sick, mostly sore th...

Allergies?

on Oct 21, 2017

Feeling embarrassed. How did I not know our oldest has severe allergic reactions to graham crackers. Let me tell you how I found out.So I'm sitting with two other moms at our daughters' tennis match, and during a break, before they transitioned...

A few years ago we kept a family prayer box.Our daughter was probably in fourth grade and our son was in second.We told them that they could write down anything and place it in the box and we would all pray over the box and share if/when the prayers...

Rules

on Jul 8, 2017 in: Family

Our daughter is really into Cosplay. We've grown accustomed to receiving packages from China, wigs from local beauty stores and fully, professional looking videos of her, uploaded onto  Musical.ly, by our creative 16-year-old.But I lea...

Stuck!

on Apr 26, 2017

Got stuck today.Not in traffic.Not in an elevator.Got stuck in my clothes!I was running late for a doctor's appointment today. Needed to use the bathroom but no time. The office wasn't too far away.Traffic was a little slow but got there with a few m...

Memory

on Mar 10, 2017

My memory isn't what it used to be but it was pretty good when I was younger. Spending summers at my Godmother's house helped with that. We really referred to our mornings as prison time. Her daughter would cook oatmeal; regular oatmeal. I can still...