Gosh, where do I start? 

I’d like to thank my daughter for naming me “Baddest Mother EVER.”  If it weren’t for her, I never would have gotten the chance to be a mother, much less a bad mother and now BADDEST MOTHER EVER! 

The first I heard about my nomination was after she kicked the bedroom wall for the forty eleventh time one Tuesday night and I found myself standing in her darkened doorway screaming, “It is QUIET TIME!!!!” She, in her Tinkerbell pajamas, snarled at me with every wiry sinew of her tiny body, “YOU are the baddest mother EVER!”  So, as the mature adult, I replied, “You damn straight I am!” 

And thus was born this blog.  There are a lot of things in life that just have to be claimed and I have decided that being the baddest mother ever is one of the honors in my life that I will claim. 

Because at 10pm, when I’m drinking wine out of a cardboard box from Target and I Google “baddest mother ever” I see pictures of Jackie Chan, Shaft and Samuel L. Jackson.  Can’t go wrong with them, right?  Damn straight.