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Yep, we were on ESPN tonight due to the fact that we were close enough to the field to hear the cheerleaders sneeze. Did you see us? Did you? My dad did. Did you? And close enough to check out the camera guys. Is that a spare lens in your bag or, oh well, youContinue reading “Making my ESPN debut.”

Welcome to Casey. I’m the mayor, Casey. Meet my co-counsel the moosh. We’ve gone and started our own little community where doughnuts are calorie free, cellulite is non existent, jumping on the bed is encouraged and morning breath smells like sweet mint. Want to move here? The only requirements are that you don’t suck. TheContinue reading “Welcome to Casey, USA.”

So if I were a celebrity no one would like me. All these people say such nice things about me and I take my sweet, sweet time to return the love. At least I don’t compare their blogs with a whiny French puppy that needs to be housebroken. (I’m looking at you Johnny Depp. AndContinue reading “Take your Nice and Link it too.”

When I met Cody I didn’t have my own set of beliefs like he did. He had experience and reasons for loving who and what he loved. I had never had an opinion on what to believe in and who to follow. So I followed along with the crowd and adopted Cody’s beliefs as myContinue reading “Belief in tomorrow.”

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) drove up as your son wasContinue reading “Is your punk son missing his shoes?”

May I recommend removing all canines from the immediate area? Thank you. the moosh has been sick and can currently hit notes only four legged animals can hear. (Again, as a disclaimer. This viddy-oh is really only meant to entertain those who are morally or genetically obligated to think the moosh is funny. So ifContinue reading “The resident sicko.”

Yes I’m doing something that requires a bikini in 28 days. No I’m not going to tell you what. Why not? Because. So there. (For those of you who know, SHHH. Or I’ll bust an Avada Kedavra. Don’t think I won’t. Try me, I dare you. For those of you who don’t speak Potterese itContinue reading “The Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Striped Bikini Project.”

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I’m from Utah. Where “redneck” means you’re wearing a red turtleneck and “white trash” is the stuff over there in the recycling bin. The most I was ever exposed to redneck and white trash “culture” was from Jeff Foxworthy jokes and Kid Rock music videos. Until I moved to Indiana. The thermometer goes down andContinue reading “Oh, the trailer life for me.”

From what I can tell there are several deadly pooptastrophies one must endure if they are to be a parent to the three and under crowd. I have checked most of the poop traumas off my list and lived to see another day. free range poop-check self change poop-check and again the scared poop-check theContinue reading “Links of poo.”