casey coombs

the one about my modesty soap box.

I don’t rant very often. But I spent the afternoon with my family at the mall. Shoe shopping. We were woefully unsuccessful. And I left grumpy. But not because of the shoes. Because of the teenagers. Let me say this, neither Addie or Vivi will ever be allowed to leave the house in shorts orContinue reading “the one about my modesty soap box.”

past mistakes, present miracles, pretty dorks.

Oh Addie. I am so proud of you it makes my throat itch. Hey, remind me again, who was that first grader who read a third grade level book out loud, to her class? Oh yeah, that was you. There is so much worry these days about young girls being sexualized before they have aContinue reading “past mistakes, present miracles, pretty dorks.”

the one about gratitude, hope and inspiration.

I think I’ve mentioned before that I have a folder in my email titled “Warm Fuzzies” where I keep the kind heartfelt words that are sent to me. I have to be careful when I dip into them because they bring me to tears every time. I generally receive the most emails when I amContinue reading “the one about gratitude, hope and inspiration.”

“you are stronger than anything broken inside of you.”

So. Yeah. Remember how I was all “Things are getting kind of bad.” and you were all “I hope things get better!” and I was all “Thank you! This too shall pass!” Things didn’t get worse, but they didn’t get better. It’s still just bubbling, right under the surface. I told my Ami about itContinue reading ““you are stronger than anything broken inside of you.””

lots of nifty stuff I tapped out other places.

I admitted to facebook last night that Vivi spread my hips like a pair of forceps. Thanks baby. Which means none of my pants fit, including the ones I wore when I was NINE MONTHS PREGNANT. Seriously, thanks baby, you’re lucky you’re cute. Needless to say I bought some pants today. That fit. Know whatContinue reading “lots of nifty stuff I tapped out other places.”

the dear bug diaries. chicago edition.

July 16,2011 Dear Bug, So it’s our first big trip away from home! I mean, if you don’t count that time we drove for TWENTY SEVEN HOURS to Utah and then flew back because Dad wanted mom to keep her sanity. Needless to say a three hour drive to Chicago is nothing compared to thatContinue reading “the dear bug diaries. chicago edition.”

verizon 4G, thunderbolts and xooms.

I do not have a smart phone. A majority of my time is spent at home and if I’m not at home I’m generally very close to home or out with the people I would be talking to online anyway. So I’ve never really needed one. That isn’t to say I’ve always wanted one. I’veContinue reading “verizon 4G, thunderbolts and xooms.”

the bathroom majority.

The gloves are off. Well, maybe a more appropriate saying is THE DOOR IS UNLOCKED. Emily and I were at dinner last night with some friends and after the comments on my post about CLOSING THE DOOR WHEN YOU GO POTTY PLEASE AND THANK YOU I’m pretty sure I’m the majority. But the table assuredContinue reading “the bathroom majority.”

our love story.

To my girls, Your daddy and I are part of a love story. It is not one that will ever have movies made after it or books written about it, but it is a love story just the same. It started in a shopping mall, one that has since been torn down. I called him,Continue reading “our love story.”

lumpy.

It’s certainly not depression. It most resembles anxiety. It’s bubbling just under the surface. A sort of knot in my stomach. A lump in my throat. A consistent reminder that something in my brain is broken. Capable of ruining everything at a moments notice. So far so good. I’d like to keep it that way.