casey coombs

Is that a bone in your mouth or are you just happy to see me?

Ah, it’s that time of year again. The Rib America Festival was our first big Hoosier thing that we did last year and one of the only things I was looking forward to this year. (Pardon my archives if you do actually click the links, they were mighty hammered in the move from blogger andContinue reading “Is that a bone in your mouth or are you just happy to see me?”

mooshcar blog awards.

Since the traumatic rewarding switch from Blogger one month ago there have been some ladies behind the scenes who have SAVED MY ASS helped me out on thousands several occasions. I have developed my own awards in the form of moosh photos to hand out to these lovely ladies whom without mooshinindy.com would be aContinue reading “mooshcar blog awards.”

tiny came, tiny saw, tiny shopped.

So tiny grandma (aka my mom) made the trek from dry bumpy Albuquerque to humid flat Indianapolis for the weekend. the moosh was stoked. Feel the love. Why do I call my mom tiny grandma? Tiny grandma has quirks, ones I forgot about having not lived with her for awhile. Here are a few ofContinue reading “tiny came, tiny saw, tiny shopped.”

Hem yeah!

Remember all the jean trauma I went through last night? Take this lame denim designers. Regular length my keester. Where’s my shoes? This won’t work. I have a sewing machine, I can fix this. Check it. Totally hemmed. All by myself. My awesomeness is available for hire.

Dear people who make pants,

I am normal you jerk. What is your problem? I’ll betcha I can guess, you’re a man designing womens jeans. Right? Your secret is out now you piggy pig of a man. Don’t like short women do you? Well I’ve got news for you, I am average. All 29 x 29 inches of me. InContinue reading “Dear people who make pants,”

Back in a few, yo.

Yo my peeps- Pardon my temporary absence, I’m really busy being awesome. Kisses, the moosh

The Cheerio Bandit rides again!

Law Review, VP of the BLA, 16 credits and moot court. For anyone who’s dealt with law school you know what this means. For those of you who haven’t, it means I’m a single parent for a few months. Apparently these aren’t going to be an easy few months. This is the moosh andContinue reading “The Cheerio Bandit rides again!”

Mine didn’t come with factory settings.

I’m not sure what a normal life with a two year old is like, I’ve never lived with one before. But tonight after she peed on my tile floor and mopped with it, I realized that a lot that goes on in these four walls would seem bat-crap crazy to any outside observer. (Especially you,Continue reading “Mine didn’t come with factory settings.”

Happy Moveiversary.

One year ago yesterday I flew across the country to live in Indiana. Of my own free will. I know. The things we do for love. I celebrated my one year in the land of corn, race cars and trailer parks by steam cleaning my carpets. Nothing like the hum of a rented rug doctorContinue reading “Happy Moveiversary.”

Fancy Dancey Pants(ey)

For 22 nights over the last few months I have been holed up, parked in front of my TV watching SYTYCD. (Don’t know what SYTYCD is? We’re done being friends, go read MSN.com, you’re boring.) Here’s my take on the final four. Have you seen this boy spin? His solo tonight? 18 pirouettes in aContinue reading “Fancy Dancey Pants(ey)”