Some of my earliest memories occurred when I was your age. And sadly most of them revolve around the divorce of your grandma and grandpa. I remember being in the bathtub while they were fighting in the living room, sissy came in to cover my ears so I wouldn’t hear them. I don’t ever rememberContinue reading “on being your mom with depression.”
Category Archives: depression
hiding.
I am not doing well. Sorry you have to watch this. But thank you for being here.
a mac is not a real apple.
You can’t pick raspberries and be online at the same time. You also can’t pick apples while updating your facebook status. You can’t choose out Indiana tomatoes the size of pumpkins while tweeting from an iPhone. And you definitely can’t feel up a giant peach with a laptop in your hands. There was no wi-fiContinue reading “a mac is not a real apple.”
facepoo(k)
It’s no secret that I don’t love facebook, but given what I do it’s a necessary evil. I consider facebook my Internet equivalent of a nasty rush hour commute. It has to be done if you want to keep your “job.” I think it’s messy. And yet it’s kind of the best way to keepContinue reading “facepoo(k)”
psst…want to win a toy?
Go here. Disclosure and details all over yonder, all you need to leave is a comment and look at the adorable cuteness that is my kid and our creativity. Otherwise, read about Mishi below. xoxo
my sister in law’s house burned down.
I’ve used this blog for a lot. Let me tell you I never thought I’d be using it for this purpose. My sister in law’s house burned down. They have three little kids. My niece and nephews. The live in St. George, Utah. Thank you to those of you who have already mobilized on theirContinue reading “my sister in law’s house burned down.”
blogging local.
HI HI. So there’s this conference this week/weekend in downtown Indianapolis. Did you know about it? I went last year and made a lot of local connections not only with other bloggers but businesses too. There’s something to be said about being involved in local social media. I know it’s done swell things for me.Continue reading “blogging local.”
stormy.
Fasten your seatbelts dear reader. I am a hormonal wreck with a blog. The weather does this thing in Indiana, something I never saw in Utah. It changes, quickly. I don’t even check the weather anymore out here because it has never, EVER been right. Ever. A sunny morning could dramatically change to a stormContinue reading “stormy.”
four drama, angst and heartache.
Dear tiny gramma, the moosh is just like me. Go ahead and gloat. Need examples? Well first there was the “I want a new mom.” debacle of May 2009. Apparently asking her to get dressed was not in the mother/daughter manifesto leaving her to fire me only to rehire me after she realized she couldn’tContinue reading “four drama, angst and heartache.”
potluck/pitch in moosh beans.
Happy Birthday America! Part of what makes you so great is your food. Now I’m not going to get all “who owns what food stereotype” on you because I did that with Green Jell-o a few weeks ago and it got ugly. Only because I was totally right (that Mormons OWN the Green Jell-o title)Continue reading “potluck/pitch in moosh beans.”