casey coombs

Why I’d rather be Mormon than President.

First of all.. ****To all the girls who keep hitting on Cody in my absence**** I understand. The whole strong silent type he’s got going? It’s very appealing, I should know, I was the original fool to fall for it. But serioulsy, lay off. See that ring? Left hand? Fourth finger in? He’s not leaving meContinue reading “Why I’d rather be Mormon than President.”

The beauty behind the Nikon.

You know all those pretty pretty pictures that keep showing up? She’s the one responsible. (read my ode to her here) TinyGrandma’s the one responsible for this one. And believe me, our husbands have already thought the very same thing.

The real OC. And his battle with brownies.

MII: Welcome to Moosh in Indy Talks Food. Today’s guest is Oreo Cheesecake. Oreo Cheesecake, say hello to everyone. MII:Everyone, say hello to Oreo Cheesecake. MII:Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself Oreo Cheesecake? OC: Well, my mom made cheese in Philly and my dad is an egg farmer from central Utah. I’mContinue reading “The real OC. And his battle with brownies.”

Origins of curly hair, cat abuse and chub.

Sissy n’ me in 1985 Sissy n’ me in 2006 Me circa 1985-the moosh circa 2006 me on Aunt Cheryl’s tray-1983 the moosh on Aunt Cheryl’s tray (with cousin Conner) 2007 (it truly is the place where all the cool kids hang out.) my sissy and me-1983 the moosh 2007Continue reading “Origins of curly hair, cat abuse and chub.”

The one where Baskin-Robbins almost caused a divorce.

Let’s travel back to a time when I was pregnant. I wanted ice cream. There was a line at the ice cream store. I. lost. it. For the first time in my barftastic pregnant career I wanted ice cream. I wanted it now. And I wanted it to be quick. I stormed back to theContinue reading “The one where Baskin-Robbins almost caused a divorce.”

Welcome to the place where memes and awards go to die.

I am not an ungrateful person. (Although I didn’t win any of the prizes for NaBloPoMo. Phooey.) Rather I am a somewhat scatterbrained and, dare I say, lazy person. Which is why when some of you bestow me with awards and tag me for memes I come down with this sickness called “antimemeblogblingitis.” It’s dibilitating. Symptoms are technorati hits, guilt, lackContinue reading “Welcome to the place where memes and awards go to die.”

moosh threads II.

So many of you want to know where the moosh’s name came from. Her real name is a dozen letters long. the moosh is shorter. THE END. I kid. It started out as Smooshie. Because she was. Then it became Smoosh. Because she grew bigger. Then she grew bigger. It became Moosh. Then she developedContinue reading “moosh threads II.”

My OxyClean Testimony.

I’m going to be posting every day in December. I won’t see Cody for another 19 days, I will be stuck in the middle of the nowhere until January 7th and I will be stuck here with 5 nephews who happen to embody everything I fear about boys and children in general. Ah, the holidays.Continue reading “My OxyClean Testimony.”

Delurk you lilylivered lurkers!

NaBloPoMo is over. I gave almost all I had to give. You learned about my sordid past, how I met Cody, how I fell in love with Cody, how I became a Mormon, what a wicked awesome baker I am, how I got fat after marrying Cody, how I was an infertile science experiment, howContinue reading “Delurk you lilylivered lurkers!”

Literary birth control.

To the outside childless observer the moosh can make hearts palpitate and fallopian tubes to twitch. Especially when she’s in one of her “moods”. You know the mood, she dances, she sings, she even tells a few jokes. She uses her manners. She poses. She hugs liberally. It’s the kind of mood that letsContinue reading “Literary birth control.”