Uh.. if you don’t read my Moms site, you might want to for a good laugh. Holy crap.
I showed her how to post a picture. GOOD LORD she’s OUTTA CONTROL! OOOhhh, Oma! She doesn’t do ANYTHING in little bits.Read more
I remember things about myself pre-baby. Actually, I’m remembering things pre-marriage, pre-job, pre-“real world.” I’m remembering what it’s like to feel 21. I’m remembering what it’s like to be too free spirited, not be able to hold down a real job, not be able to stay in any location longer than 8 months, not be able to commit to a major, a man, a life. I’m remembering why I had to grow up.
I’m glad I did. Now, may I please go back?Read more
We want to go to Bellingham tomorrow. We decided late yesterday. How possible is that? With two dogs and a baby?
I don’t have my shit together. I don’t. I might look like I do? But I don’t. Hell, I don’t even think I look like I do. Let’s be honest.Read more
I’m struggling with transition. The transition from working girl, career lady, working up the ladder to spitup queen, shit changer, mommy-extraordinaire. Any one else having this trouble?Read more
Let’s face it. I don’t do the monthly updates. What kind of mommy blog doesn’t do the monthly update? Why, you ask? I suck, that’s why. I need to write some cute little love poem I could put in her baby book. Instead, I’d rather write this:Read more
I noticed something while in Seattle last weekend. There is a huge, but subtle difference in what people wear. I didn’t realize that I was still hip. Even though Portland and Seattle are relatively close if you compare SC or Maryland, say, to here, there are still some very important differences between the landscape, the people, the traffic, the cost of living and what people wear.Read more
It has been, officially, 27 hours, 15 minutes and 32 seconds since I had chocolate. I’m going pure, people. I’m going healthy. I’m going sugar free, processed free, food package free.
I’m going insane.Read more
On a lighter note, I’m the Matron of Honor in my best friend’s wedding this weekend.
I’m having nightmares. It’s not even my wedding.Read more