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the moosh and I don’t see much of the man in our lives when school is in session. I haven’t seen him for over 36 hours, the moosh, even longer. the moosh did see a mannequin dressed very similar to how the moosh daddy dresses and ran up to it screaming “DADDY! MY DADDY!” andContinue reading “Tearing limbs in the throes of lonliness.”

So I had my eyebrows threaded tonight. Meaning I had hairs ripped from my face by a spool of sewing thread in a woman’s mouth. (Confused? Watch the linked viddy-oh above, there’s no explaining what happened to me tonight in words.) No, it doesn’t hurt, it’s no shiny unicorn marshmallow kisses either. It is lessContinue reading “You hairy, I fix.”

If you are not related to the moosh in anyway this may be a complete bore. It’s about a minute of why I don’t get to listen to my iPod anymore on our drives around town. http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5666642888171960951&hl=en

One of my dear sweet friends has suffered a miscarriage. If I learned one thing while pregnant it was that miscarriages are all too common and all too much a mystery. If I have learned one thing while blogging it is that we are a community and that we reach out to each other inContinue reading “Miscarriage.”

After telling you about tiny grandma’s neti pot habit a lot of you have questions about the neti pot. Is it sexual? Is it drug related? Is it something little tiny people have to do so they don’t get lost? Well, while I am no authority on the neti pot, someone out there is andContinue reading “Neti you ask? Neti you get.”

I am normal you jerk. What is your problem? I’ll betcha I can guess, you’re a man designing womens jeans. Right? Your secret is out now you piggy pig of a man. Don’t like short women do you? Well I’ve got news for you, I am average. All 29 x 29 inches of me. InContinue reading “Dear people who make pants,”

One year ago yesterday I flew across the country to live in Indiana. Of my own free will. I know. The things we do for love. I celebrated my one year in the land of corn, race cars and trailer parks by steam cleaning my carpets. Nothing like the hum of a rented rug doctorContinue reading “Happy Moveiversary.”

For 22 nights over the last few months I have been holed up, parked in front of my TV watching SYTYCD. (Don’t know what SYTYCD is? We’re done being friends, go read MSN.com, you’re boring.) Here’s my take on the final four. Have you seen this boy spin? His solo tonight? 18 pirouettes in aContinue reading “Fancy Dancey Pants(ey)”

So this one time, I lived up on a really high mountain and was packing up to move to the flat wasteland wonderland of the midwest. I was all on my own because my significant other thought taking finals so he could graduate and go to law school was more important. (Overachiever.) Have you everContinue reading “Why kids should always get cookies whenever they ask for them.”

Just call me Little Susie CrapMaker, because I have managed to bungle a load of laundry worse than any load of laundry has ever been bungled in the entire history of laundry load bungles. Ever washed and dried lip balm? DARK beet colored waxy lip balm? All over your favorite pair of shorts and husband’sContinue reading “Balm, crap, spray, DANGIT, I quit.”