Author Archives: casey coombs

I didn’t breastfeed. the moosh had a bottle within the first 24 hours of her life. She was bottle fed with formula for her entire first year of life. And guess what? She’s darn healthy and well adjusted for a little kid who had a bottle shoved down her maw for the first 12 monthsContinue reading “they’re purely ornamental.”

…we almost got divorced. Yep. I admit, it was my idea to do the whole Lamaze thing. IT’S WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO! But now that I have a neighbor who is eleven and a half months pregnant it’s all rushing back to my just how lame Lamaze was for us, and that fateful dayContinue reading “So this one time, on the way to lamaze…”

I love my camera. Love it, stroke it, kiss it, hug it, can’t get enough of it. I sometimes get overwhelmed at how much my camera is capable of. Will I ever be able to do it justice? (This is where some of you sweet people get all “OH BUT CASEY YOU’RE SO GOOD!” andContinue reading “moments.”

So uh, just wondering… How many of you at BlogHer started your period early? Because I thought it was just coincidence that five of the women that I met the first night were on their period. Then there were my roommates. Then there was the girl that I pottied next to after dinner one nightContinue reading “Not a period too soon.”

Thanks to all 33 of you brave souls who entered the “Let the moosh Whoorl Your Hair Contest Extravaganza!” By the magic of Sarah’s random number magic randomizer juju program (uh, Sarah, screen shot? Hello? What are you, out of town or something?) she came up with #32 which is the woman who just happensContinue reading “We haz herry winner!”

Yes. There are people who are sad they are not at BlogHer. Yes. There are people who are out of their minds with jealousy that they are not at BlogHer. Yes. There are people at BlogHer who are having the time of their life. Yes. There are people who are at BlogHer who are hatingContinue reading “jealousy, envy and bitterness. WHEE!”

I met Abby Cadabby. I cried a little. Sesame Street holds a very tender part of my heart. Abby even called the moosh and left her a message. I cried a little bit more. Then I got to make a DVD with Grover. I KNOW! GROVER! Abby found out that Kim and I were bestContinue reading “SanFransesame Street”

The scene: Right outside a local Greek restaurant full of flaming cheese, pita bread and meat pie. Me, in my car with small child shrieking from backseat. Her, a middle aged poufed up smoker with fake black hair and too high of heels for her center of balance. She gets into her new shiny blackContinue reading “Black Rover, Black Rover, SUCK IT.”

Inspired by my fellow Community Keynote (holy crap!) speakers Angela and Schmutzie. A few things you may need to know before ever hanging out with me. You know, in large social gatherings and stuff. Maybe even one in San Fransisco. Or in Indiana, or even Utah. I’m not picky. 1. I am not the moosh.Continue reading “info on the mooshfo.”