casey coombs

a pregnant phone bill.

I received my medical records in the mail today from my old OB who took care of my broken lady parts, got me pregnant with the moosh (well, Cody took care of the fun part) and brought little miss into this world (so I did most of the work, but he was there to catch,Continue reading “a pregnant phone bill.”

Are you there God? It’s me, the moosh.

“Dear Heavenly Father, we are very thankful for this day and that I could play dress up with my friend. Please bless that we could have a baby sister and a crib to put her in. Be sure to give it to my mom when it gets here. Please bless that Santa Claus will beContinue reading “Are you there God? It’s me, the moosh.”

disillawsioned.

Growing up: Lawyers and doctors are rich! Pre-Law School: (stars in my eyes) In three years my husband is going to be smart and rich! Second year of law school: Huh, well this has to be worth it eventually right? Four months away from graduation from Law School: Meh. I admit to being just asContinue reading “disillawsioned.”

The one about the crazy lady (me) yelling on the plane (again.)

My husband feels this story needs to be told. I don’t feel that it needs to be, given that it is just another everyday occurrence in the life of being me. I have flown solo with the moosh on at least two dozen separate flights (Dear Airlines, THANKS FOR ALL THE DIRECT FLIGHTS TO INDIANA,Continue reading “The one about the crazy lady (me) yelling on the plane (again.)”

Maybe if I sing Manilow classics through my nose it will happen…

Nothing packs a wallop to a barren, unfruitful uterus like a Hollywood pregnancy. I’m not even talking about celebrities, which BTW, Britney? Why do you get two? And Angelina? Don’t even get me started. I’m talking about movie pregnancies, television pregnancies and yes, even novel pregnancies. I threw Breaking Dawn against the wall when IContinue reading “Maybe if I sing Manilow classics through my nose it will happen…”

Project 365.

One picture everyday for one year. I’m not calling it a resolution. Resolutions suck. I’m calling it a challenge. I’m sick and tired of looking at everyone else’s photos and whining, “Why is everyone so much better than I am?” Shut up, I have insecurities. Lots of them, and photography is one of them. ButContinue reading “Project 365.”

Resolutions: aka “voluntary ways to make yourself feel even more guilty.”

I used to make a grand list of resolutions. Lose 10 lbs., write a book, complete a triathlon…crap like that. I then became a little more realistic. Get to the weight on my driver’s license, stop using four letter words and run a mile without wanting to die. Then reality kicked in and my resolutionsContinue reading “Resolutions: aka “voluntary ways to make yourself feel even more guilty.””

celebrating the deep end of the gene pool.

Cody has four sisters. No brothers. Cody has one wife and one daughter, no sons. I distinctly remember walking through the grocery store with him tossing my feminine products in the air like a football, that’s when I realized how awesome a boy who grew up with nothing but girls could be. This is Cody’sContinue reading “celebrating the deep end of the gene pool.”

whatever you believe…

…no one can deny the sparkle of this season. I hope you are all somewhere safe and warm with the ones you love. I know I am, and for this I am grateful. Happy Birthday Jesus.

Have floor? Will suck.

While I could give you a list of “chores” I abhor and avoid until absolutely necessary, I could just as easily give you a list of “chores” that I secretly get excited about. Or better yet, how to get me to do chores at your house without even asking. 1. Leave your clean laundry outContinue reading “Have floor? Will suck.”