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Ooh, this should be fun. Do you have a recurring element in your dreams? the moosh dreams about kitties and puppies and occasionally a pony is thrown into the mix. I used to have dreams about all my teeth falling out, chewing on them and then spitting them out. It’s just as gross as you’dContinue reading “Dream a crazy dream for me.”

Anybody remember the boy I told you about? Patrick? The one that got away with crushing me and breaking my heart? Anyone? Anyone? If you don’t remember or need a refresher course go read about him here and I’ll wait. After writing that I realized that I’m not alone in the unfinished business department. An awful lotContinue reading “Now with closure and a lot less baggage!”

When the moosh came out I didn’t instantly fall in love with her. I thought it was cool she came out with all her parts in the right place in seemingly right proportion. But I was not in love. I wasn’t in love with her when I brought her home. I wasn’t in love withContinue reading “The one where I admit to not loving my kid.”

 MII: Welcome to Moosh in Indy Talks Food. Today’s guest is Oreo Cheesecake. Oreo Cheesecake, say hello to everyone. MII:Everyone, say hello to Oreo Cheesecake.   MII:Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself Oreo Cheesecake? OC: Well, my mom made cheese in Philly and my dad is an egg farmer from central Utah. I’mContinue reading “The real OC. And his battle with brownies.”

Let’s travel back to a time when I was pregnant. I wanted ice cream. There was a line at the ice cream store. I. lost. it. For the first time in my barftastic pregnant career I wanted ice cream. I wanted it now. And I wanted it to be quick. I stormed back to theContinue reading “The one where Baskin-Robbins almost caused a divorce.”

I am not an ungrateful person. (Although I didn’t win any of the prizes for NaBloPoMo. Phooey.) Rather I am a somewhat scatterbrained and, dare I say, lazy person. Which is why when some of you bestow me with awards and tag me for memes I come down with this sickness called “antimemeblogblingitis.” It’s dibilitating. Symptoms are technorati hits, guilt, lackContinue reading “Welcome to the place where memes and awards go to die.”

NaBloPoMo is over. I gave almost all I had to give. You learned about my sordid past, how I met Cody, how I fell in love with Cody, how I became a Mormon, what a wicked awesome baker I am, how I got fat after marrying Cody, how I was an infertile science experiment, howContinue reading “Delurk you lilylivered lurkers!”

To the outside childless observer the moosh can make hearts palpitate and fallopian tubes to twitch. Especially when she’s in one of her “moods”. You know the mood, she dances, she sings, she even tells a few jokes. She uses her manners. She poses. She hugs liberally.   It’s the kind of mood that letsContinue reading “Literary birth control.”

Lent. 40 days. 40 days that represent the time Jesus spent in the desert, where, according to the Bible, he endured the temptation of Satan. Tough right? What about the 40 days I’m spending in Utah without my make out buddy husband? I know it’s not Ash Wednesday or Holy Thursday and I’m not even Catholic, but itContinue reading “The one where the lonely Mormon references Lent.”

HA! You can’t get me NaBloPoMo! I may be high as a friggin kite on Dramamine from a cross state drive in a friggin snowstorm but I friggin made it in time to post. So there. Ha. Perhaps lucidity will find me overnight. Because the last time I had this much Dramamine I slammed myContinue reading “To think I almost succumbed to the NaBloPoMo undertow.”