Category Archives: photography

Oh the joyous experience that is getting together with a bunch of Indianapolis bloggers and going out to dinner. And what better way to really get to know each other than a little post dinner fun and games? With rented shoes? That’s right baby, BOWLING! You would think when we all got together for aContinue reading “Why SAHM’s Need Curfews.”

It’s been a week since I took a tumble down the metal staircase of death. I can’t feel a four inch patch of flesh on my shin, and it stings whenever I step down too hard. the moosh has the uncanny ability to land any and all sharp or hard body parts she owns onContinue reading “Why we don’t fall down stairs. In photos.”

So I have this new camera. A new camera for which I sacrificed my left leg. Literally. Cody told me months ago that he wanted (WANTED!) me to get an SLR if and when he was hired on for a summer position. Something about he “thought I’d be good at it and that it wouldContinue reading “When 34D shot 40D.”

Tiny Gramma and I met in Chicago for the weekend. These are the stairs I fell down and injured myself quite badly on. Yep. It’s not a moosh vacation without some form of immortalizing embarrassment. Stay tuned.

To all of those who feel I should have a cooking blog, allow me to change your mind in less than, oh, let’s say, forty seven seconds. I am a huge number one fan with a foam finger of Ziploc’s new microwave steam bags. Frozen salmon, meet Ziploc. Ziploc, meet frozen salmon. Frozen salmon, Ziploc,Continue reading “A grand smattering of stuff!”

Hi. My name’s Casey and I’m addicted to baby girls. Mainly my new niece. She fits in my arms like a Prada bag and snuggles in like a fluffy warm little kitten for a warm fuzzy kitty nap. My addiction is starting to freak Cody out. Damn babies in all their conniving innocent sweetness.

                                                                               happy birthday little girl. you’ve made me what I am. love, mama

I’m not feeling very wordy lately. Sorry. Just think of all the time you’ll save in reading. Besides, my husband has his first final today and he needs to remember what he’s fighting for. To make me a trophy wife. Good luck hunky.    Blue, Green and Brown. Same mom, same dad, same uterus. TheseContinue reading “MORE PICTURES? Oh man.”

   You know all those pretty pretty pictures that keep showing up? She’s the one responsible. (read my ode to her here) TinyGrandma’s the one responsible for this one. And believe me, our husbands have already thought the very same thing.

   Sissy n’ me in 1985 Sissy n’ me in 2006   Me circa 1985-the moosh circa 2006   me on Aunt Cheryl’s tray-1983   the moosh on Aunt Cheryl’s tray (with cousin Conner) 2007 (it truly is the place where all the cool kids hang out.)   my sissy and me-1983   the moosh 2007Continue reading “Origins of curly hair, cat abuse and chub.”