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! = sarcasm. (In case you don’t know me well enough.)

Family outing day! THE CIRCUS! ELEPHANTS! TIGERS! HORSES! OH! GOSH! I’ll bet the moosh loved it! Every minute of it! Well, actually. She fell asleep. Of all the places to fall asleep (like in her room for starters) she fell asleep at the circus. The flashy, loud, bright circus. Cody got to carry her forContinue reading “! = sarcasm. (In case you don’t know me well enough.)”

The Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Striped Bikini Project.

Yes I’m doing something that requires a bikini in 28 days. No I’m not going to tell you what. Why not? Because. So there. (For those of you who know, SHHH. Or I’ll bust an Avada Kedavra. Don’t think I won’t. Try me, I dare you. For those of you who don’t speak Potterese itContinue reading “The Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Striped Bikini Project.”

What? There’s only like a billion blogs.

I’m using someone else’s blog today. Find me if you can.

Oh, the trailer life for me.

I’m from Utah. Where “redneck” means you’re wearing a red turtleneck and “white trash” is the stuff over there in the recycling bin. The most I was ever exposed to redneck and white trash “culture” was from Jeff Foxworthy jokes and Kid Rock music videos. Until I moved to Indiana. The thermometer goes down andContinue reading “Oh, the trailer life for me.”

Links of poo.

From what I can tell there are several deadly pooptastrophies one must endure if they are to be a parent to the three and under crowd. I have checked most of the poop traumas off my list and lived to see another day. free range poop-check self change poop-check and again the scared poop-check theContinue reading “Links of poo.”

Tearing limbs in the throes of lonliness.

the moosh and I don’t see much of the man in our lives when school is in session. I haven’t seen him for over 36 hours, the moosh, even longer. the moosh did see a mannequin dressed very similar to how the moosh daddy dresses and ran up to it screaming “DADDY! MY DADDY!” andContinue reading “Tearing limbs in the throes of lonliness.”

You hairy, I fix.

So I had my eyebrows threaded tonight. Meaning I had hairs ripped from my face by a spool of sewing thread in a woman’s mouth. (Confused? Watch the linked viddy-oh above, there’s no explaining what happened to me tonight in words.) No, it doesn’t hurt, it’s no shiny unicorn marshmallow kisses either. It is lessContinue reading “You hairy, I fix.”

The cheese stands alone.

If you are not related to the moosh in anyway this may be a complete bore. It’s about a minute of why I don’t get to listen to my iPod anymore on our drives around town. http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5666642888171960951&hl=en

Miscarriage.

One of my dear sweet friends has suffered a miscarriage. If I learned one thing while pregnant it was that miscarriages are all too common and all too much a mystery. If I have learned one thing while blogging it is that we are a community and that we reach out to each other inContinue reading “Miscarriage.”

Neti you ask? Neti you get.

After telling you about tiny grandma’s neti pot habit a lot of you have questions about the neti pot. Is it sexual? Is it drug related? Is it something little tiny people have to do so they don’t get lost? Well, while I am no authority on the neti pot, someone out there is andContinue reading “Neti you ask? Neti you get.”