Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats.
Trying to keep my sanity in a house full of manly ball-scratching, burping, farting, and raised toilet seats. 
One afternoon, I met up with a colleague of mine for coffee. We’ve known each other for several years now and she’s aware that my husband is a combat vet. We casually discussed our children and whatever troubles they might have been giving us at the moment. On most fronts we agree when it comes to the raising of children, but I was soon to be disillusioned with how different we were on... 
Aaron: Felipe, Christian and David are sleeping in the same bed. Is that Gay?
Felipe: No. It’s a brotherhood.
According to UrbanDictionary.com “Bromance”: Describes the complicated love and affection
shared by two straight males.
I’m sure many of you out there can relate when I say that this “bromance” thing is not something that was very common when we were growing... 
One of the privileges of being a parent is having the opportunity to answer all kinds of questions…even the embarrassing ones. Ok, so maybe it’s not that much of a privilege, but rather a duty that we must bear and grin our way through. Fortunately for us, if we don’t know the answer to the question, all we have to do is call on our very good friend GOOGLE! And lately, with the... 
I’m really not that old (although my 12 year old would beg to differ), but I’m about to start this post like a grandparent would start off telling a story about when they were younger, so bear with me.
Ok, here it goes…..When I was younger, ugh that left a nasty taste in my mouth, when anyone wanted to fight (you know the infamous “I’ll meet you behind the school”... 
So my boys are real Rock n’ Roll afficionados. But, my older son, is a die hard head-banger. In my son’s humble opinion rock music is the only music that is of value and that most rap music, now-a-days, has no artistic value or worth, therefore is a waste of time and audio space. He’s been playing rock since he was 11 after teaching himself how to play the guitar. Shortly thereafter,... 
For all those who say that teens are incapable of being in love because they are too young, too immature, too whatever…then you must have never had the pleasure of being in love when you were a teenager.
Why do parents tell their kids….”oh hunny it’s just puppy love, you have no idea what being in love is?” Or they talk about being in love as if it’s something that... 
Honestly, Daniel looks pretty sexy here so I guess I can forgive him.
Maybe I will never understand it, but quiet frankly why the hell do I need to? Adjust your balls, scratch your balls, air your balls, whatever you want to do with your balls
WHEN I’M NOT LOOKING!
So as you know, I live in a house full of men and I swear, between the three of them, their hands are on their crotches more than I... 
Re-turd 1 text messages Re-turd 2 with his home address.
Re-turd 2 “copies” the address and punches it into his dad’s gps.
GPS tells dad where to go.
Dad follows directions on GPS like a good dad should do.
20 minutes later dad arrives at the final destination.
“Tell him to come outside,” dad says to re-turd... 
Dick Sauce.
I'm sure you'll never look at sauce in a jar the same!
This is the kind of crap I’m privy to as the mother of two adolescent males and as the wife of an infantry combat vet. The invention of Dick Sauce. Is there anyone out there that can relate to my misery?
But let me start from the beginning.
The scenario: We are in my car. My hubby is driving, my 14 year old is in the back... 
Just when I was starting to feel pretty good about myself and my “mothering” capabilities, alas, I am bitch slapped back to reality.
The notion that one of your children could be a mean spirited individual or a bully is a devastating thought. After all, what does that say about you? But worse then that, is the shock of learning that your child, the one who is generous and charming, attentive... 
My journey into motherhood began when I was 17 years old. Today, I am the mother of two teen boys, 15 and 13, and I am one of the only moms "blogging" about raising teen boys. On this blog, which I like to call a "blogory", I share my candid, poignant, sometimes humorous, but always real, short stories about my stumbles through parenthood as a young mother raising two teen boys while coping with living in a house full of testosterone. My parenting philosophy revolves around honest, no holds barred communication, where no topic is off limits, mixed with an enormous sense of humor. Peace Out! -Natasha Olivera
© 2010-2012 2010 Me, My Guys, & My Stumbles Through Parenthood All Rights Reserved All Rights Reserved -- Copyright notice by Blog Copyright
