casey coombs

Seven days to the two piece.

It’s safe to say it’s driven me a little batty that all y’all know about it. PLUS. Oh here’s the plus. The stupid, stupid plus. It was 90 degrees on Sunday. It was 53 degrees today. You are so stupid Indiana. So utterly stupid. I’m so mad at you. You’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupid.

The price of firm.

Even though I have the blessed curse of obtaining the big “O” on the treadmill and a few other various and assorted pieces of equipment I still don’t really enjoy working out. If I’m going to be satisfied I’d rather it be somewhere where I can take a nap right after. I watched a manContinue reading “The price of firm.”

Making my ESPN debut.

Yep, we were on ESPN tonight due to the fact that we were close enough to the field to hear the cheerleaders sneeze. Did you see us? Did you? My dad did. Did you? And close enough to check out the camera guys. Is that a spare lens in your bag or, oh well, youContinue reading “Making my ESPN debut.”

Welcome to Casey, USA.

Welcome to Casey. I’m the mayor, Casey. Meet my co-counsel the moosh. We’ve gone and started our own little community where doughnuts are calorie free, cellulite is non existent, jumping on the bed is encouraged and morning breath smells like sweet mint. Want to move here? The only requirements are that you don’t suck. TheContinue reading “Welcome to Casey, USA.”

Take your Nice and Link it too.

So if I were a celebrity no one would like me. All these people say such nice things about me and I take my sweet, sweet time to return the love. At least I don’t compare their blogs with a whiny French puppy that needs to be housebroken. (I’m looking at you Johnny Depp. AndContinue reading “Take your Nice and Link it too.”

Belief in tomorrow.

When I met Cody I didn’t have my own set of beliefs like he did. He had experience and reasons for loving who and what he loved. I had never had an opinion on what to believe in and who to follow. So I followed along with the crowd and adopted Cody’s beliefs as myContinue reading “Belief in tomorrow.”

Sweet, sweet striped revenge.

the moosh has been putting up with her dad and his damn highlighters for three years. I have put up with taking a striped child out in public for three years. Little did Cody know the moosh has been plotting her revenge. And oh, how sweet it was. Sweet deliciousness of sweet revenge is hers.

Is your punk son missing his shoes?

Did your son come home the other night without these on his feet? Did he tell you how he lost them? No? Well, allow me. Your kid was breaking into our car a couple of nights ago and my husband (we’ll call him Captain Awesome for the time being) drove up as your son wasContinue reading “Is your punk son missing his shoes?”

Lickity Genetics.

So some of you have noticed my kid’s tongue. I’m surprised, it’s not like it noticeable or anything. What can I say? It’s always been there. Always. In the bath. Made up. By the wall. Popping bubbles. Even when she’s painted as a tiger. No, I didn’t procreate with Gene Simmons. That tongue? It’s mine.Continue reading “Lickity Genetics.”

The resident sicko.

May I recommend removing all canines from the immediate area? Thank you. the moosh has been sick and can currently hit notes only four legged animals can hear. (Again, as a disclaimer. This viddy-oh is really only meant to entertain those who are morally or genetically obligated to think the moosh is funny. So ifContinue reading “The resident sicko.”