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.