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But it felt SO REAL.

I had some serious mommy issue dreams when I was pregnant. As in, woke-up-crying-I-don’t-care-if-it-wasn’t-real-it-felt-real-and-you-can’t- change-my-mind-I-will-never-be-the-same-my-mom-and-everybody- else-hates-me-dreams. Phew. It’s true, I haven’t forgotten them. I’ve also had a couple about my sister. Dreams that seem so real that they screw up your day. You know you’re messed up and confused about something, it’s just that somethingContinue reading “But it felt SO REAL.”

Depression? Pregnancy? You know, because they’re so similar.

Starting a new medication when there’s a slight chance you may be pregnant is not something to do if you’re somewhat anxiety ridden about the whole pregnancy issue. Obviously there is the fear of a three legged baby, or maybe not even a baby, maybe one of those fuzzy things from Star Trek could comeContinue reading “Depression? Pregnancy? You know, because they’re so similar.”

Midwest Winters. Phooey. Jobs? Hooray!

I don’t want to complain. Just know there’s things I want to complain about, but I won’t. I will tell you that Cody GOT! A! JOB! for the summer. And I think that means I can now tell you that I secretly hid and complained about this whole process last fall. I will also tellContinue reading “Midwest Winters. Phooey. Jobs? Hooray!”

Sleepy by the Dozen.

I’d like to introduce you to my bed. Upon further inspection you’ll notice the pillow to spouse ratio is a little off. 1. Hidden body pillow. 2. Accent pillows. 3. My woobie pillow. 4. My woobie blanket. 5. Cody’s regular pillow 6. Cody’s body pillow 7. My regular pillow. Unfortunately our *ahem* problem has beenContinue reading “Sleepy by the Dozen.”

Realiblogization.

Whew. Therapeutic guest post over at Angella’s by yours truly.

Trolls, Cops and Dots.

Hello, how are you? I’d like you to meet Frank (edited for content): ***** Frank | poop@lickme.com | IP: 99.239.34.15 Your kid should be taken away from you. NO sympathy at all should be given. You tried to kill your unborn child. Eat a d^$%, you f&*%. ***** Thanks for the sunshine kisses Frank. RightContinue reading “Trolls, Cops and Dots.”

I will NOT let depression win. Or Craig.

Ah sweet succulent depression, how I loathe thee. How I wish you would just curl up and die while ceasing to exist in all corners of my life. I’ve had enough of you. You exhaust me. I was hoping it was anything but you. I’ve been finding excuses for weeks. The weather, me being sick,Continue reading “I will NOT let depression win. Or Craig.”

Chocolate Cake. And how.

Over at Linoleum Dynamite you’ll find a chocolate cake recipe. It will take you all of seven minutes to make and will only use one bowl. Never made a cake from scratch? It’s not scary, promise. And it’s worth it, promise. Your Valentine would think the world of you, promise. There is a science toContinue reading “Chocolate Cake. And how.”

If you give the moosh to daddy.

If you give the moosh to daddy he will likely take her out for ice cream. (But who cares? You’re sick and want to take a nap.) If the moosh sees ice cream she will likely want chocolate. Dark chocolate. If the moosh gets dark chocolate ice cream she will want to eat it onContinue reading “If you give the moosh to daddy.”

To blow or not to blow.

I buy and hoard the nice tissues just for days like this. You know, the thick ones with lotion squished into them? I have been “under the weather” since I left Utah (January 7th). But only recently is my immune system throwing its arms in the air and surrendering to whatever virus has taken overContinue reading “To blow or not to blow.”