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Since it’s already pretty obvious to those who know me well, the passing of Madeline has hit me in a place I didn’t know I could be hit in. It’s a sort of triangle, from the center of my chest down to my stomach, it seizes, and when it does it leaves my head unableContinue reading “watching pain.”

the moosh was invited by one of her little friends to Carb Day at the Indy track today. (Where carb refers to carburetor NOT the carbs in beer. WHOOPS. Naive? I am. However there is massive beer consumption, or so I hear. *ahem*) I was excited to hear her report upon her return. I mean,Continue reading “moosh at indy 500.”

Let’s face it. Me? In a charity pancake eating contest against former rock stars and a local weather guy? I don’t stand a chance. I can talk smack, but in this case? I can’t bring it. What I can bring? An audience and maybe some donations. The Indy 500 is a big huge deal outContinue reading “Expanding my muffin in the name of charity.”

In my family I have this crazy aunt who insists her carpets have perfectly lined up vacuum marks. She even vacuums on her way out the front door so as not to leave any footprints behind in her perfectly manicured carpet. I have become that crazy aunt. Because internets? I GOT A DYSON. It wasContinue reading “Dysonummanumma.”

(And you wonder why I want to have Hallmark’s babies.)

May 9, 2006-The day I started this blog. May 9, 2009- The day the reason I started this blog ended. We survived law school. Together.

Dear man on the motorcycle next to me, I get it, you like to ride your motorcycle. It’s fast, it’s good on gas and it makes you feel manly to have a loud engine between your legs. It lets you cheat in traffic jams, gets you into the HOV lane and gets you all bestContinue reading “An open letter to motorcycle riders.”

Two pairs of mismatched babylegs with a summer dress and snowboots on a warm day in May? *sigh* If you must. “OH HAI, CASEY? This is Pledge. We want to hire you, come film the dirtiest corners of your house and have a celebrity host judge your complete lack of skill at cleaning.” *sigh* IContinue reading “pancaking my battles.”

There are certain things Miss LeMoosh says that I don’t want to correct because it’s just too cute. I don’t even care if you think it’s cute. Her grandparents read this blog and demand moosh cuteness. Hippopotamus-Hippa-Muss A-Pot-A-Mus Fabulous- Fam-U-Mus Watch the Backyardigans? There’s a song that goes “Oh the things! That Goblin has grabbed!”Continue reading “In case the moosh grows up some more while you’re not around.”

I have a recordable Hallmark card for my mom for Mother’s Day (SURPRISE MOM! You’re getting a recordable card!) and I’ve had it for weeks. I don’t know what to record. Chances are she’ll show it to her friends, so I have to make her proud. At the same time I have to keep herContinue reading “Heavy heavy hangover thy poor head.”