Author Archives: casey coombs

Hi. I’m not such a huge big fan of being the mom today. I don’t even want to utter the two words that are befuddling my everyday life and filling it full of needless motherly stress and guilt. Let’s just say in involves redirecting the bodily fluids of someone small into an appropriate vessel ofContinue reading “Potty, the five letter word of doom and destruction.”

My kid got the coolest Christmas present ever from her grandparents and it’s NO THANKS TO TARGET. Target, you can kiss my rear. You didn’t have Rose Petal Cottage when I needed it. Kmart did. You didn’t want to honor the rain check you gave me for Rose Petal Cottage. Kmart did. And Target? YourContinue reading “Merry Christmas, BAD TARGET.”

Welcome to my first ever book review. I personally never read book reviews so this should be, erm, fun. I finished reading the most recommended book by my darling readers titled Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. First of all, I remember clearly stating when I asked for recommendations to keep ’em clean since IContinue reading “Dumbo with a sideshow of scandal.”

It kind of sucks. Sometimes. And when it does suck it’s up to you to fix it. It’s AAALLLL on you. Now if you enjoy this kind of pressure, then self hosted is for you. I personally don’t dig this kind of pressure so much, but alas, I am probably the foremost authority in blogContinue reading “On being self hosted.”

Pardon my absence but I’ve been making out with my kitchen gadgets. I missed them. And did you know that you forget about what clothes you left behind when you live out of a suitcase for two months? It’s like coming home to a whole new wardrobe of stuff you’d actually buy for yourself. (Well,Continue reading “Inspect Her Gadget.”

As I sit here with Mildred and Unis in all of our unpregnant and infertile glory we must say we are a bit peeved off with all you pregnant people. Just when I was getting over my last not pregnant rant half the links I check today assault me with “I’m 12 weeks!” “105 daysContinue reading “I see pregnant people.”

I’m home, my trip, as far as planes, trains and automobiles was completely and utterly uneventful. The rest of the trip…well…you’ll see. First I have to acknowledge those who made a stab at the trip that was today. Biddy came close to describing our drive, but she said it would be at 10 mph. SillyContinue reading “Home Again, Home Again Naked Jiggity Jig.”

Cody and I fly out on different airlines at different times on Monday to go back home. There is currently a storm over Utah the size of Nevada. Getting to the airport from where we currently are involves a three hour (without weather) drive through two steep canyons and across a windblown snow covered reservoirContinue reading “Guess Our Horror!”

I am a fast reader. A fast, obsessive reader. For those of you who may not know, I read the first six Harry Potter books in a span of five days. I finished the seventh Harry Potter book in one night. I was a waste of a wife wandering around muttering spells under my breath,Continue reading “***UPDATED***mush’s skewl fer kids hoo dun’t rid so gewd.”

Continuing on with the theme of period talk this week, allow me to discuss my boobs. Named Mildred and Unis, respectively. Managing Frederick’s of Hollywood I learned that “girls” (trying to lessen the google pervs here) rarely come in matching pairs. One is always bigger. (Or smaller, if you subscribe to pessimism.) The difference between mineContinue reading “Mildred and Unis wish they could pee standing up.”