casey coombs

Expanding my muffin in the name of charity.

Let’s face it. Me? In a charity pancake eating contest against former rock stars and a local weather guy? I don’t stand a chance. I can talk smack, but in this case? I can’t bring it. What I can bring? An audience and maybe some donations. The Indy 500 is a big huge deal outContinue reading “Expanding my muffin in the name of charity.”

I am the pregnancy rule.

I’m writing this on the 17th of May, a day before my period is scheduled to come and nineteen days after I ovulated (and made out appropriately.) Which means for the past nineteen days I have interpreted any tiny fluctuation in my existence to mean I am either pregnant or not. For anyone who hasContinue reading “I am the pregnancy rule.”

faith.

I have often been criticized for my choice of religion. I am also criticized for not fitting a certain stereotype within it. I make jokes about enjoying my Dyson, I sometimes think a hot toddy would put a nice end to a difficult day and I can fall victim to judgement and jealousy faster thanContinue reading “faith.”

Dysonummanumma.

In my family I have this crazy aunt who insists her carpets have perfectly lined up vacuum marks. She even vacuums on her way out the front door so as not to leave any footprints behind in her perfectly manicured carpet. I have become that crazy aunt. Because internets? I GOT A DYSON. It wasContinue reading “Dysonummanumma.”

happy muhvers day.

(And you wonder why I want to have Hallmark’s babies.)

Law School, The End.

May 9, 2006-The day I started this blog. May 9, 2009- The day the reason I started this blog ended. We survived law school. Together.

An open letter to motorcycle riders.

Dear man on the motorcycle next to me, I get it, you like to ride your motorcycle. It’s fast, it’s good on gas and it makes you feel manly to have a loud engine between your legs. It lets you cheat in traffic jams, gets you into the HOV lane and gets you all bestContinue reading “An open letter to motorcycle riders.”

What do you get when you cross a Jew and a Mormon in google chat?

My favorite blogger has always been and I dare say always will be Metalia. If you do not read her, go read this post, come back and you’ll know why I adore her so. If you do read her? Enjoy this-what happens when an overtired Jew and a punchy Mormon stay on chat too late.Continue reading “What do you get when you cross a Jew and a Mormon in google chat?”

pancaking my battles.

Two pairs of mismatched babylegs with a summer dress and snowboots on a warm day in May? *sigh* If you must. “OH HAI, CASEY? This is Pledge. We want to hire you, come film the dirtiest corners of your house and have a celebrity host judge your complete lack of skill at cleaning.” *sigh* IContinue reading “pancaking my battles.”

In case the moosh grows up some more while you’re not around.

There are certain things Miss LeMoosh says that I don’t want to correct because it’s just too cute. I don’t even care if you think it’s cute. Her grandparents read this blog and demand moosh cuteness. Hippopotamus-Hippa-Muss A-Pot-A-Mus Fabulous- Fam-U-Mus Watch the Backyardigans? There’s a song that goes “Oh the things! That Goblin has grabbed!”Continue reading “In case the moosh grows up some more while you’re not around.”