I recently had a book signing at the Barnes and Noble in Davenport Iowa. I wasn't sure who was going to show up, or if I was going to connect with anyone, but I always hope for at least ONE person who gives me that sort of "goose bump" moment- someone with a story so moving, I know it was worth my time to make the trip.

That person was named Janet.

My husband likes to cook. Not just grilling burgers like most guys. He'll actually go on line, research recipes- and come up with a menu. Tonight, it's chicken stuffed with some sort of gourmet italian meat and cheese. The whole house smells like an Italian restaurant. It's fantastic.

I don't know a single woman who loves her body. Most of us use the word "hate" more than anything else when describing any part of our anatomy. While my rear end has always had a little more "junk in the trunk" for my liking, luckily for me, my husband is an "ass" man. I've always had a reasonably small waist for my size, however. Then I had a son. Not only a son- but a nine pound, seven ounce son. I gained 66 pounds in my pregnancy. That was two years ago- and even though I've lost the weight- the proportions still seem to be a bit off.

I was in Grapevine Texas for my job, and it happened to be "Super Tuesday".

Over the past year, I've had many people ask me, "Do you have a My Space page?" or "Aren't you on Facebook?" In many ways, I was avoiding it; almost hoping it would become a phase- and after a while, disappear and be replaced by something else. (Kind of like the Palm Pilot dissolved into thin air and was replaced by the Blackberry.)

I recently returned from a spa in California for a "gal's weekend". The goal was to sleep in, get pampered, and forget we have small children anxious for our return. I'd like to think of myself as pretty "spa-savy". I'm a sucker for a good massage, and have had my fair share over the years. This was, by far, the best massage I've ever had in my entire life. It was on the verge of being intimate. Normally I opt for a woman masseuse to avoid issues of feeling insecure while naked- but the only person available for me was a man. Not just any man- but Keith.

My dog Max has been acting strange; barking for no reason- acting as if he needs to be fed when he JUST ate- whining at me when I'm at my desk when I'm working. Then I noticed a lump on his back, so I decided "It's time to take him to the vet." I told this to my husband, to which he replied- "We are not spending more than 300 bucks this time..." Not that he hates dogs- but we shelled out nearly a thousand dollars on a cat a couple years ago who had thyroid issues, and we didn't want to have to take out a loan to fix another animal in our house.