From the Archives: Is your punk son missing his shoes?

Originally posted September 27, 2007 ******************** Did your son come home the other night without these on his feet? Did he tell you how he lost them? No? Well, allow me. Your kid was breaking into our car a couple of nights ago and my husband (we’ll call him Captain Awesome for the time being)Continue reading “From the Archives: Is your punk son missing his shoes?”

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: 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.”

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.”