casey coombs

OH! My oats they have a first naaaame…

…it’s Q-U-A-K-E-R! My oats also make this: Vanilla Raspberry Oatmeal Brulee In fact here’s me with my main Quaker man first thing in the morning headed down to make some. (Dude, if you have ever tried it, or can even imagine, you’ll know why I’m so stoked in the picture.) Not everyone has a chefsContinue reading “OH! My oats they have a first naaaame…”

Prenatal Vitamins. WHAT THE?

When I get into heaven the person who invented the epidural had better be sitting on a plush golden throne with massagers and personal waiters. I will go up to them kiss their feet, offer them cake and show them my boobs. (Okay so maybe not the boobs.) However when and if I ever comeContinue reading “Prenatal Vitamins. WHAT THE?”

barren uterus, full heart.

Here goes nothing. Up to this point I have not had anyone get medically involved in my fertility issues outside my yearly spread ’em, scrape ’em, squeeze ’em. I didn’t have insurance nor was I completely sure that eight babies during law school was the best idea (wait, you mean not everyone that goes throughContinue reading “barren uterus, full heart.”

What Michael Phelps, Little Debbie and I have in common.

I have confidence in saying that the party starts when and wherever I show up. There are dozens of other photos on dozens of other memory cards out there that can confirm this fact. (If you have photos from closing night karaoke? mooshinindy (ta) gmail (tod) com.) Little Debbie (which thanks to a weekend inContinue reading “What Michael Phelps, Little Debbie and I have in common.”

moosh in nashvegas.

“I HAVEN’T HAVE ENOUGH BEERS TO DO THAT!” Do what? Dance on the bar at Coyote Ugly? Sing karaoke in front of a bunch of strangers? STONE COLD SOBER? You only have one life. I’d hate for you to look back and realize that you missed one of the best nights of your life becauseContinue reading “moosh in nashvegas.”

Checking off Several of the Deadly Sins.

So there’s this thing I want to talk about. But I don’t. Because I like you and I don’t want you to not like me because of the fact that you’re human. Now if it were ten years ago and I didn’t like you so much (which would have most likely been the case givenContinue reading “Checking off Several of the Deadly Sins.”

The 36″ denial.

I have this thing where I like to go into the moosh’s room at night and rock her while she’s sleeping. Kind of like that “Love You Forever” book but without all the creep. (Because that book creeped you out too didn’t it? Just a little bit? With the old lady and the grown man?)Continue reading “The 36″ denial.”

renerfing. one ball at a time.

Everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time. Except for the moosh who positions herself just so, then rocket jumps into her pants and generally lands with her face against some sort of upholstered furniture, giggling. Pants on one leg at at time, piffle. What a crappy way to relate to someone. TodayContinue reading “renerfing. one ball at a time.”

desperately seeking approval.

“What do I have that she would be jealous of?” As soon as I said the words out loud I realized I had a problem, and it had been stewing for waaay to long to be considered healthy. She’s beautiful, lives in a beautiful house, has a beautiful family, had a beautiful wedding, went thoughContinue reading “desperately seeking approval.”

preschool politics.

the moosh: Whatcha dooin mom? me: Watching the inauguration. the moosh: *crinkly nose “WHAT THE?” face* me: We just got a new president! the moosh: WHO!? me: Him! (pointing at the TV) the moosh: Bar-rockin Bamma? me: Yeah! He’s our new president! the moosh: BUT WE GOT HIM LAST YEAR. Apparently I made too bigContinue reading “preschool politics.”