I really didn’t have a choice. Cody and I don’t have insurance. We go to the teaching hospital on the school’s campus if we need any medical attention. Did you know that the next generation of doctors are a bunch of smokin’ fine hotties? Neither did I until I had to go in and inquireContinue reading “I faked it because he was hot.”
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The one about the new mommy crazies.
Have you ever had the driving into oncoming traffic thought pass through your head? What stopped you? Someone who I’ve never met divulged that this thought crosses her mind more than it should. She’s in a difficult situation, her baby is at that age where the FUN! and the NEWNESS! has worn off and she’sContinue reading “The one about the new mommy crazies.”
Happy WalletLostGiving Day!
Have you ever had your husband lose his wallet whilst you were 1,500 miles away and couldn’t do a thing to help him fix it? No? Just me? Well let me just tell you that this is me KIND OF FREAKING OUT. *ahem* This viddy-oh is ten minutes, but I promise you it’s worth itContinue reading “Happy WalletLostGiving Day!”
Tryptophan the turkey fantastic.
Ah, gosh. Thanksgiving. The biggest most forgotten holiday of our culture. If I were a holiday I would want to be Thanksgiving. Just think of the patience and love Thanksgiving has. As soon as we all come out of candy coma on November 1st the Christmas trees are out and the “FA LA LA LAContinue reading “Tryptophan the turkey fantastic.”
The incorrect yet adorable power of conjugation.
When I have to blow my nose the moosh gets me a tissue. When she has to blow her nose she gets herself a tishme. Get it? Tish-YOU Tish-ME My kid’s wicked smart. Wicked cute too. And if she even considers getting sick she and I will have WORDS. You hear me moosh? WORDS. TheContinue reading “The incorrect yet adorable power of conjugation.”
My best friend makes me look good
Some of you may know that my BFF Kim is also the BDPOTP (best damn photographer on the planet). And I’m not just saying that. You should all pay her lots money to take your pictures. Need proof? Here’s the rest. (Best moosh photos EVER may I add.)
The one about the overdose.
I overdosed on prescription medication when I was seven months pregnant. On purpose. I didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. Pregnancy was (literally) killing me. I hadn’t eaten more than a half cup of food at a sitting in seven months. Ninety percent of what went into my mouth came back out. Every muscle in my bodyContinue reading “The one about the overdose.”
NaBloPoMo tells it how it is.
To those of you who come here for a giggle, I’m sorry. I’m out of giggles. I’m out of funny. For the time being at least. I miss my husband. And for some reason it’s depressing the hell out of me.
Best friend, thy name is Kim.
the moosh was overtaken by some horrible beast from the underworld yesterday. I can honestly attest that she has never been so naughty and so disrespectful as she was yesterday. The screaming, the hitting, the yelling, the shrieking, the crying, the meltdowns, the NO! NO! NO! and the freaking out. It was one of thoseContinue reading “Best friend, thy name is Kim.”
Dear Hunka Hunka,
I know it’s only been twenty four hours and that I never really see you much anyway, but I miss you. I only miss parts of you though. Not all of you. Don’t go getting all egotistic that your wife can’t live a day without you. Face it, there’s a lot not to miss. TheContinue reading “Dear Hunka Hunka,”