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Monthly Archives: February 2016
Mud Is Thicker Than Water
Our back yard is a horrible mess. When we looked at it initially as virgin (read “moron”) potential new homeowners, all we saw were lovely large trees (even if one was uncomfortably close to the back wall) and some beautiful … Continue reading
At the End of My Jump Rope
After finding my serenity with the endless barrage of fundraisers Stella’s school participates in – namely by tossing said info packets into the trash – they found a new schtick. Yesterday the American Heart Association sent home a sponsor form … Continue reading
The Grass Is Always Meaner On the Other Side
I think periodically we all need to publicly vow to improve ourselves. Maybe it makes follow-through more likely. Who knows. Today, people, I am divorcing myself from bitches – those men and women who are miserable and hell-bent on … Continue reading
Waitlifting
So here in Louisiana we’ve spent most of the last 24 hours preparing for the apocalypse. We were supposed to have rain, wind, hail, sandstorms, tornados, lava bombs, dense fog, and screaming toads. This weather was supposed to be so … Continue reading
Nothing Butt Net
This is a warning: if you’re easily offended or grossed out, close this page out immediately. Do not read any further. I’ve spent the last hour wondering if I should discuss the events that occurred in my home this evening. … Continue reading
The Quick and the Dread
There ought to be a very strict law with dire consequences for overtired children to act like buttheads when they themselves are the ones who refused to take a f#£~!]ing nap.
Iron (-on) Maiden
I think I talked about how dance lessons imploded this year for Stella. She had wanted to take lessons again. I had wanted her to take lessons again. It just didn’t work out. But with some of her difficulties and … Continue reading
Age Against the Machine
So yeah. I’m still processing the fact that I had a mammogram. Lest you think me a whiner, this goes way beyond a recommended health screening. I mean, I’m getting old. How can I be old enough to need a … Continue reading
Just the Facts, Mammogram
That mammogram, that mammogram,I do not like that mammogram. I do not like it on my tit, I do not like it, not one bit. Sorry. Obviously you know what I did today. My OB-GYN has been on me for … Continue reading
Fake Me Up Before You Go Go
My “baby” boy turned 3 today. Can I tell you how sad that makes me? We still call him the “little bitty dude.” I suppose we always will. But honestly he’s not so little bitty anymore. Well, he’s tall, anyway. … Continue reading