casey coombs

The one about the overdose.

I overdosed on prescription medication when I was seven months pregnant. On purpose. I didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. Pregnancy was (literally) killing me. I hadn’t eaten more than a half cup of food at a sitting in seven months. Ninety percent of what went into my mouth came back out. Every muscle in my bodyContinue reading “The one about the overdose.”

NaBloPoMo tells it how it is.

To those of you who come here for a giggle, I’m sorry. I’m out of giggles. I’m out of funny. For the time being at least. I miss my husband. And for some reason it’s depressing the hell out of me.

Utah’s Moldy.

Until packing up and moving across the country when Cody graduated I had lived in the same five mile radius my entire life. What this means is that almost every memory, both good and bad, happened in this five mile radius. The same five mile radius in which I am currently staying. Cody asked my dadContinue reading “Utah’s Moldy.”

Best friend, thy name is Kim.

the moosh was overtaken by some horrible beast from the underworld yesterday. I can honestly attest that she has never been so naughty and so disrespectful as she was yesterday. The screaming, the hitting, the yelling, the shrieking, the crying, the meltdowns, the NO! NO! NO! and the freaking out. It was one of thoseContinue reading “Best friend, thy name is Kim.”

Dear Hunka Hunka,

I know it’s only been twenty four hours and that I never really see you much anyway, but I miss you. I only miss parts of you though. Not all of you. Don’t go getting all egotistic that your wife can’t live a day without you. Face it, there’s a lot not to miss. TheContinue reading “Dear Hunka Hunka,”

Now on MST.

I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with a witty way to tell you I’m no longer moosh in indy. As of yesterday we became moosh in utah, but it’s just not that exciting, yet. I am within walking distace to Dooce’s house for now. That’s cool right? Yep, finals time again. Which means I flyContinue reading “Now on MST.”

Bawlbaby Vomit Bags.

Ah man, look what I did, I complained about my bunk lady parts and made the pregnant ladies feel bad. Bad infertile blogger, bad, BAD. Picking on the emotionally sensitive knocked up puke fountains. Here’s my dirty little secret though. My pregnancy was HELL. You know how I was fat? And now I’m not? GuessContinue reading “Bawlbaby Vomit Bags.”

Ever feel like the only one who’s not pregnant?

Five things you probably shouldn’t say in front of the fertilely challenged. 1. “My husband can get me pregnant just by looking at me.” 2. “I’m so fertile I should do it for you.” 3. “I was made to have babies.” 4. “I’m going to get pregnant next month.” 5. “WHOOPS! Pregnant again!” For thoseContinue reading “Ever feel like the only one who’s not pregnant?”

Doing my part to make Mormons a little less crazy misunderstood.

Hello all, it’s Sunday, I’m at church. I’ve decided to make Sundays in November days to bring light to this painfully misunderstood religion of mine. And really, who better to learn about the church from than someone who originally joined for all the wrong reasons? (Oh, and to explain the two weddings, I had toContinue reading “Doing my part to make Mormons a little less crazy misunderstood.”

I’ve even been called a skinny B!%@&.

Going from a size four to an eighteen in a matter of months is life altering. In my head I still looked the same, it was the dryer that kept shrinking my clothes not my ass that was expanding at exponential rates! Then I saw a picture. I wasn’t just “a little bigger”. I wasContinue reading “I’ve even been called a skinny B!%@&.”