Archive for March 2011
The Hardy Boys and Food Porn
When you think of the Hardy Boys, do you not think of a wholesome duo of crime-solving/fighting whiteness from a time and place that seem to have never happened? Who knew they would be rubbing creases with pornograhic material? (If you’re at work, sorry that you won’t be able to read this post because I use the word porn so many times that your office filter will kick you off.) Well, it’s another week of photo assignments from Adventuroo’s Capture the Everyday Project (sorry, lady, the little picture badge didn’t want to work for me) and this week we’re supposed… { read more }
Wonderful World of Wednesday Wonderment
Two big and fun announcements: 1. It’s Wednesday again! No, that’s not the announcement, obviously you know what day of the week it is and it’s not important either way; except that Wednesday means it’s time for another Weekly Scream over at And Nobody Told Me. Last week was SO. MUCH. FUN. I never expected the response we got. So cathartic. The post is yours to hijack. Come scream it out. 2. Also, I’m gonna be a nudie centerfold. No, really. There’s an amazing group of bloggers who get down to their birthday suits for a charitable cause, and they… { read more }
God Does NOT Hate Fags
I’m not a very godly woman. I’m sure you’ve noticed. If I ever get to any pearly gates, I’m hoping they let me in on the buddy system. I don’t talk about my religious/spiritual beliefs here very much for the simple fact that I have very close friends of all kinds of religions and I figure that if we can build deep friendships in spite of, or because of, our philosophical differences then there’s no reason someone should or shouldn’t read my blog because of it. But I feel the need to voice my opinion on this. I was moved… { read more }
Dragging a Dead Body Down the Street
Don’t let me fool you. I’ve been all workin’ out and getting’ in shape… super, mega badass, right? Yeah, I’m scared to start biking the four miles to school again because the last time I did it my ass hurt SO badly. See, the thing is that it’s not just a four mile bike ride. Because I could do that, no problem. It’s lugging the bike trailor behind me with my daughter in it that scares the ever-loving crap-ola outta me. That thing is like dragging a dead body behind myself. Have I told you that we live on a… { read more }
I’ll Be Drunk and Fat By Lunch
In nine days we’re going to Spain. Nine days. I’m going to drink Sangria for breakfast, wine and tapas for lunch. I will siesta with the kiddos if it kills me. When we’re home I can NEVER nap when they nap because there are too many distractions, too many things I should be taking care of. Not in Spain. Surely I can’t find two hours worth of distractions in a rented house in another country. Surely. No dishes, laundry, animals, internet, errands, things to tend to. No phonecalls or cleaning or permission slips to sign and get back to school…. { read more }
I’m Kickin’ Saturday’s Ass
Some days you have to eat donuts and cheesecake and cry. Some days you have to sit on your sofa and be a lazy pile of shit and not feel guilty. Some days you just have to swear and laugh and work up a sweat. Today was one of the latter. I just finished shredding and sweating and am getting ready to go shower. Later tonight I’m making big, fat sirloins on my cast iron grill pan and doin’ it with Dr. Sexy Pants until we both pass out from exhaustion. That’s a Saturday night you can’t beat with a… { read more }
Is It Crazy to Borrow Worry?
Is it crazy to be proactively depressed about something? At the risk of sounding cryptic, there’s this thing that my husband and I are working toward (no we’re not trying to get pregnant) and there’s been an interesting development toward the possibility of it working out really well. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was up until two in the morning with the excitement of the possibility of it working out. It should be noted here that I don’t function super well on sleep-deprivation and that might help contribute to my mood. Either way, today I’m bummed out about the… { read more }
I Want to Make You Scream
Yesterday on Facebook, I asked everyone to think of something that made them want to scream this week. You Lovely Babies were wonderful enough to play along and hold it inside for one more day, because I asked you to and you’re hot and awesome like that. You’re bursting, aren’t you? You’re dying to let it out! Well, wait no longer. Go here, and dump that crap out all over the place… go on, go ahead. Also, I completely forgot to post the winner of the Honey Girl Organics GRAND PRIZE, three product giveaway. I think this is really spooky…. { read more }
Dawn Tomorrow, I Could Be Arrested
The stupid UK is too far north. It gets all daylight-y outside WAY too early, and our clocks don’t go back until this coming Sunday. Which means that my freaking kids are waking up at like five-thirty in the morning. This is not so bueno. My son’s mouth has no off switch. If he’s awake, he’s talking. In the morning, before coffee, it’s like sharing a breakfast table with Katie Couric. Unless you find her charming and then it’s like sharing a table with someone annoying and overly-chatty. My husband used to waking me up right before he left. When… { read more }
What’s in Your Space? I’m Going to be a Midget Prostitute.
I have student loans that would make The Queen blush, for a bachelor’s degree which is not yet completed (thank you very much unplanned pregnancy). I was a double major in clinical psychology (with an emphasis on child psych) and English (poetry) with a minor in Nutrition and enough credits to claim a second minor in Religion. What does all of that mean? It means I had a lot of interests in really cool classes, but no fucking clue what I wanted to do. What’s in your nothing/everything space? I’ve been thinking about it almost nonstop. I became a stay-at-home… { read more }
