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From the Archives: What’s Dewey Decimal for Naked?

Originally posted August 9, 2007 *********************** Our main library is temporarily housed in a scary old government building that gives one the feeling that they are going to have their soul sucked out by Dementors around every corner. Shelves are stacked in every nook, cranny and in every possible old scary room that was accessible.Continue reading “From the Archives: What’s Dewey Decimal for Naked?”

From the Archives: A Clockwork moosh.

Originally posted July 31, 2007 ****************** I promise when this happened I wasn’t reading any sort of bloggish thing online.* *this is a total lie. I was cured all right. -Alex de Large

From the Archives: mooshnipulation.

Originally published February 15, 2007 ********************** That whole excitement of the new bed, you know, the one that always ends up with her face down and fast asleep? Gone. It has been replaced with the moosh staying wide awake for hours kicking the walls. Why? Just because she can. Thankfully (knock on wood) she hasn’tContinue reading “From the Archives: mooshnipulation.”

Vacashawha?

I can’t stand it when people rub their vacations in your face. We leave for Disneyworld in about 17 hours. This is our first real family vacation ever. So I’m going to do a little rubbing. It’s such a big deal I’m making tiny grandma, grandpa poopsie and my sissy go with us. None ofContinue reading “Vacashawha?”

Eu falo Brazilian. (I speak Brazilian.)

Does it hurt? Yes. Having hundreds of hairs ripped out by their roots all at once with hot wax? Yes. It hurts. But there is a reason I have done this twice. It hurts, but it is worth the pain. The pain is quick! and temporary (assuming your waxer knows what she’s doing.) The resultsContinue reading “Eu falo Brazilian. (I speak Brazilian.)”

Learning to love Indianapolis, one cupcake eating monkey at a time.

Does anybody else love places that specialize in one thing? I DO! I DO! I love knowing you’re going into a place where they do one thing because they do that one thing well. Think In-N-Out burger in California. You can have a hamburger or a cheeseburger. The end. Not a hamburger or maybe aContinue reading “Learning to love Indianapolis, one cupcake eating monkey at a time.”

Nobody likes me everybody hates me. HA!

I wrote this guest post for Angella over at Dutch Blitz back in February. Love her. I think it’s this post comes up for air yet again on this cozy fall day in October. ************* Angella is generally around on Google Chat when trolls come knocking at my door and she does a lovely jobContinue reading “Nobody likes me everybody hates me. HA!”

Mormon underwear.

Jesus jammies, freaky panties, garmies, magic underwear, secret undies. Believe me, I’ve heard them all. (If you want to go straight to the doctrine rich meaty explanation of garments please see this article written by formal Salt Lake Temple president and former Seventy member Elder Carlos E. Asay. If you want my Layman’s definition, pleaseContinue reading “Mormon underwear.”

Prepare ye naked monkey!

Tomorrow I am headed to a place called The Naked Monkey. Except this time? I’ll leave one sixteenth Floridian. Because Florida is where I will be in a little over a week. What? I’m going to have to wear a bathing suit. And naked monkeys look better in bathing suits than hairy monkeys. ahem. DoContinue reading “Prepare ye naked monkey!”

So there’s this guy…

To the outside observer Cody and I are like oil and vinegar. While I am peppy! outgoing! dramatic! and always with the talky talky! Cody is shy. reserved. stoic. I am an exclamation point. Cody is a period. Both of my parents have never understood us. We first saw each other in August of 2000.Continue reading “So there’s this guy…”