casey coombs

Twitter for dummies.

So my little friends, looks like I’m not the only Twitterdork. So allow me to explain Twitter in my own words. Let’s say the internet is High School. Every time you post on your blog it is the same as standing up and giving a report in class. All eyes are on you and forContinue reading “Twitter for dummies.”

You like my blog, Twitterho?

Well I’m glad you like it. Thank you very much. I’ve mentioned before it’s a small miracle that it still appears every day, especially on days after I messed with it. What I’m coming to realize is that there is an awful lot that you crazy kids are participating in out there on the interwebsContinue reading “You like my blog, Twitterho?”

Pink, Pink, Drop Little April Shower.

Bah. More like DUMP DUMP DUMP BIG NASTY MARCH STORM. Oh well, at least we have cute boots.

Please.

Please send your love and prayers to these ladies who need them now more than ever. Her sweet little baby is in the hospital, again. And her husband is in need of a Kidney. Have a spare one lying around somewhere in there? He really needs it.

When a Three Year Old is the Party Planner.

“Is Daddy having a party? A birthday party? Can I make his birthday party? We need balloons, lots of balloons. Who’s going to come to his party? Only daddies can come to his party. I can come, because I’m a little girl, but friends can’t come and mommies can’t come because daddy’s a daddy andContinue reading “When a Three Year Old is the Party Planner.”

Schwetie Pits.

I am a sweaty, sweaty person. And not only when doing the conga at weddings on the beach in Florida mind you. Yep, you can pretty much bet that if my heart is beating, my pits are sweaty. They’re just especially sweaty on the beach. In Florida. At fancy weddings. Whilst dancing my can off.Continue reading “Schwetie Pits.”

Hunka Hunka Birthday Love.

If you’re not to hip to the gushy love garbage that us married folk can dish out now and again CLICK! AWAY! I warn you! Because I’m about to get ten kinds of mushy towards the man I call husband. Yep, there he is. Pretty sad that the only picture I have of just himContinue reading “Hunka Hunka Birthday Love.”

Huffy Puffin’

the moosh got a new bike as a very belated birthday gift. But before I tell you the story of the new bike, I must first tell you the story of her umbrella. Umbrellas are a must in Indiana. In fact, when you move to Indiana they give you a supply list; and the listContinue reading “Huffy Puffin’”

The 28″ cankle.

My busted up leg, two weeks later. Yeah, I’m pretty freaking awesome. Now go find some Easter eggs.

Humble Pie.

Want to see me humbled? Okay. This is me on the phone with my best friend Kim, apologizing for the unintentional mess I made yesterday with this post. To make a long story short I had no idea that so many of Kim’s friends lurk on here. Needless to say Kim was assaulted after anContinue reading “Humble Pie.”