Too lazy to label. – Page 51 – making unbreakable

moosh in nashvegas.

“I HAVEN’T HAVE ENOUGH BEERS TO DO THAT!” Do what? Dance on the bar at Coyote Ugly? Sing karaoke in front of a bunch of strangers? STONE COLD SOBER? You only have one life. I’d hate for you to look back and realize that you missed one of the best nights of your life becauseContinue reading “moosh in nashvegas.”

Checking off Several of the Deadly Sins.

So there’s this thing I want to talk about. But I don’t. Because I like you and I don’t want you to not like me because of the fact that you’re human. Now if it were ten years ago and I didn’t like you so much (which would have most likely been the case givenContinue reading “Checking off Several of the Deadly Sins.”

renerfing. one ball at a time.

Everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time. Except for the moosh who positions herself just so, then rocket jumps into her pants and generally lands with her face against some sort of upholstered furniture, giggling. Pants on one leg at at time, piffle. What a crappy way to relate to someone. TodayContinue reading “renerfing. one ball at a time.”

desperately seeking approval.

“What do I have that she would be jealous of?” As soon as I said the words out loud I realized I had a problem, and it had been stewing for waaay to long to be considered healthy. She’s beautiful, lives in a beautiful house, has a beautiful family, had a beautiful wedding, went thoughContinue reading “desperately seeking approval.”

preschool politics.

the moosh: Whatcha dooin mom? me: Watching the inauguration. the moosh: *crinkly nose “WHAT THE?” face* me: We just got a new president! the moosh: WHO!? me: Him! (pointing at the TV) the moosh: Bar-rockin Bamma? me: Yeah! He’s our new president! the moosh: BUT WE GOT HIM LAST YEAR. Apparently I made too bigContinue reading “preschool politics.”

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.)”

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.”