casey coombs

All the blotch without the breath.

Want to see what I look like first thing in the morning? (Along with the zit I named Dell?) Head on over to Blissfully Domestic. Want to see what a bitter jealous hag I can be? Take a journey down Neener Neener Road below.

Neener Neener Road.

When your best friend in the whole entire world and your dearest closest newest friend who means the world to you both tell you that they’re pregnant in the same week a plethora of feelings come bubbling to the surface. Most of them unpleasant and requiring some form of repentance. While I am incredibly happyContinue reading “Neener Neener Road.”

Why SAHM’s Need Curfews.

Oh the joyous experience that is getting together with a bunch of Indianapolis bloggers and going out to dinner. And what better way to really get to know each other than a little post dinner fun and games? With rented shoes? That’s right baby, BOWLING! You would think when we all got together for aContinue reading “Why SAHM’s Need Curfews.”

Why we don’t fall down stairs. In photos.

It’s been a week since I took a tumble down the metal staircase of death. I can’t feel a four inch patch of flesh on my shin, and it stings whenever I step down too hard. the moosh has the uncanny ability to land any and all sharp or hard body parts she owns onContinue reading “Why we don’t fall down stairs. In photos.”

Blissfully Domestic.

The Fabulous Mrs. Fussypants asked me to contribute to her shiny new online magazine that’s all about making life easier. Guess what topic I cover? Beauty. That’s right, beauty. Is now a good time to mention I don’t know how to apply eyeliner and I don’t own a SINGLE tube of lipstick? If you’reContinue reading “Blissfully Domestic.”

When 34D shot 40D.

So I have this new camera. A new camera for which I sacrificed my left leg. Literally. Cody told me months ago that he wanted (WANTED!) me to get an SLR if and when he was hired on for a summer position. Something about he “thought I’d be good at it and that it wouldContinue reading “When 34D shot 40D.”

Casey vs. The Stairs

I was coming off the Orange line in Downtown Chicago on Friday night headed for my hotel heavy with baggage. I had a large backpack containing my camera, an insanely large duffel bag with enough layers to keep one warm for ten straight hours outside in the middle of March in Chicago and my purse.Continue reading “Casey vs. The Stairs”

A teaser with a swollen bloody end.

Tiny Gramma and I met in Chicago for the weekend. These are the stairs I fell down and injured myself quite badly on. Yep. It’s not a moosh vacation without some form of immortalizing embarrassment. Stay tuned.

Cheaper than a Tropical Vacation.

Guest post over at Cheaper than Therapy. Desperate plea for honest greaseballs below.

All I want is a Lube, dude.

Walking into a mechanics shop as a lone woman with a small child could easily be listed in my top five list of “stuff I don’t ever enjoy doing.” I don’t enjoy the feeling of being screwed over. But I do enjoy vindication. Back home I had a mechanic whom I could trust. I had signed anContinue reading “All I want is a Lube, dude.”