If there is ever time to think, not that I can hear myself think mind you, but if I could these are the things I’d be thinking lately…
Traci and I were talking going to a movie alone. I’ve never gone to a movie alone. Before I probably would feel like a tard. But now? I’m thinking it might be heaven. Very. Loud. Totally-worth-the-twenty-bucks. Heaven. Would you go?
Why the hell do I eat apples with diet cheese, brocoli with hummus for lunch and gain weight? Oh. The four coffees a day? The... Read more
There’s a lot of talk lately about meeting people in person. Busy Mom is currently out in Nashville with a group of bloggers. I’d lie if I said I didn’t wish I was there. With so many fabulous TN bloggers, I’m sure it’s one KICKASS partay. There is always... Read more
Every year, the H-dawg family throws one rockin’ fourth of July party. We’re talking Amazing food, great settings, perfect decorations. They are kind, warm, great hosts. They invite anyone and everyone and are happy to meet anyone who comes along, friend or stranger, and they open their home to us all and make us feel like part of the family. It’s a tradition I look forward to and have made four or five trips north just for the party alone. Their fourth of... Read more
Are you aware there are blog “rules”? It’s a lot like the rules of Jr. High. You know, only the cool girls can go to the bathroom between “A hall” and “B hall.” All the stoners hang out in the back of the Safeway before class and you get teased if you are seen with a pad in your purse (or for wearing a bra, or for not wearing a bra.) To avoid minor hysteria, we (being Paige, R*belle and I) are brainstorming a few of the... Read more
After several meltdowns, some coffee, traffic, and a whole lot of Elmo, we made it to Seattle. The SheChild, henceforth known as “Alien Possessed Cutest Little Shit On Earth,” was all spit and vinegar one minute and sunshine rays and butterflies the next today. It’s enough to push a lady, running on three and a half hours of sleep, to the brink. At one point there was screaming, tears, and throwing of things. Ahh, yes, just like the good ol’ days of post partum and the raging hormones running on sleep deprivations. Gawd, I’m just so sexy when I’m like... Read more