casey coombs

It’s the “Let the moosh Whoorl your Hair” Contest Extravaganza!

That’s right my friends. With my new found riches from GE Caulk Singles I am going to sponsor one lucky readers hair TRANSFORMATION–mation-mation-mation… Nothing can make a bad day good or a good day better like a great hair day. I am here to make that happen for one lucky lady (or dude, whatever, butContinue reading “It’s the “Let the moosh Whoorl your Hair” Contest Extravaganza!”

Why you should enter every online contest ever, except for the ones I’m entering.

So maybe you’ve heard by now that my bathtub crayon drawings all over my bathroom sink won me $1000. No? Well, the bathtub crayon drawings all over my sink won me $1000. Proof that parking your kid in front of a movie for an hour, drawing all over your sink and taking pictures of itContinue reading “Why you should enter every online contest ever, except for the ones I’m entering.”

TOOT part TOOT

Ah, yes. Google “orgasm on treadmill” and guess who’s #1? Hi. That would be me. Apparently I’ve taught the world a lot about odd things that can occur when exercising. I just never thought I’d teach my teacher (and entire class) about these odd things. I continue to take a yoga class where my flexibilityContinue reading “*TOOT* part *TOOT*”

An insufferable emotional attachment.

I worked at a frozen yogurt shop around the corner from my house when I was 14. (14! Yes, fourteen, the owners didn’t seem the type into child labor laws, they paid me straight out of their personal checkbook.) Anyway, I was left alone in the shop a lot. 14 year old, surrounded by candyContinue reading “An insufferable emotional attachment.”

Ixnay on the Inkpay.

Remember I said the moosh wanted to be a ballerina? Mission accomplished.

If you have to go crazy, make sure you’re insured.

Do you have any idea how much better my brain functions at 78 degrees? Or 85 degrees if a swimming pool is nearby? Way better. The last time I was blindsided by depression was in February. Blah, icky, gloomy, stupid February. And I also have a confession to make. This last little bout? Totally moreContinue reading “If you have to go crazy, make sure you’re insured.”

Faddahs.

Blog-I am your faddah and yo muddah. For this I am sorry. All those dramatic “fatal error” messages you’ve been forced to give people? Sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I’m not ashamed to beg ask for help. In the last twelve hours two people have been up in your business doing thingsContinue reading “Faddahs.”

A rare sighting.

A real photographer would have waited another two hours for the light to be perfect and glowy. I however was a mom with a cute kid in a good mood wearing a pink tutu, cherry rhinestones in her hair and ruby slippers. Cute kids in a good moods wearing a pink tutus, cherry rhinestones inContinue reading “A rare sighting.”

Feeling Caulky.

I should have warned our sink about Cody. Cody has crazy amounts of facial hair and has to shave on a regular basis for work. Cody just happens to be missing the gene that causes him to wipe his whiskers out of the sink. Bummer really, because it leads me to scrub the living daylightsContinue reading “Feeling Caulky.”

Avoiding the flies on poo fallout.

What you say: “If you do that one more time, WE WILL GO HOME.” What you think: “For the love of Pete please KNOCK IT OFF because I spent an hour getting ready to come here and I really don’t want to go ten minutes after getting here.” Anyone experienced with the 3′ and underContinue reading “Avoiding the flies on poo fallout.”