We've been in the throws of a heatwave for three weeks now. It's more like a heat tsunami. It's basically hell. We live in hell now. The issue, actually, isn't the heat or humidity - per se. It's the fact that fucking no one in this town has air conditioning; save for the newer houses… Continue reading No Such Thing As Global Climate Change, MY ASS
I took down our Christmas decorations on Christmas Day. I'm not even kidding, you guys. I did. Even before the grandparents were out the door, after watching the kids open an ungodly amount of gifts, I was taking shit down. I've just had it with the clutter and the dust and, well, the holiday. I… Continue reading I’m Over Christmas
Four years ago, I wrote a blog post about starting to paint again. It was really crazy, actually. I hadn't painted or drawn or done anything artsy or craftsy in years. I mean I wasn't even a Pinterest mom at that point. Blasphemy, I know. I literally wanted nothing to do with art, and the… Continue reading I’m Having An Art Exhibit, and You Should Come
Those of you that have been around here for a while know that I have a history of living in ghettos. It's - of course - of no fault of my own. We're renters, so there is always the gamble that comes with renting. The area could change over time. The company that manages your… Continue reading Now That I Don’t Live In the Ghetto Anymore, What Will I Talk About?
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss California. I miss the way you can go outside and not break into a sweat from the sheer heat and humidity, that is both oppressive and shocking - given that it's only the beginning of April. I miss our salads. Oh do I miss our salads… Continue reading Welcome To Texas, You’re Pregnant
People always look at me like I'm a complete moron when I tell them that I like the cold. As in cold outside, you know: snow, sleet, wind chill. I get jealous when I see that there are blizzards going on somewhere in the world. I live in California. Particularly, Southern California. We have one… Continue reading I Like The Cold
My husband was born and raised in California. I know, puke. He went to college in California. He works in California's biggest industry. Except for a couple of family vacations and bro-rific Vegas trips (double puke), he's hardly been anywhere else. On a daily basis, I am reminded just how much of a Californian he… Continue reading 7 Ways I Know I’m Married To A Californian