Today I read an article posted by a friend on Facebook. The article (and I use the term loosely, it was really more of a slideshow with a couple of fragmented mandates beneath each photo) was actually from late last year. I knew I had seen it before. It was titled 24 Things Women Should Stop… Continue reading Please Stop Telling 30-Somethings What To Do (An Open Letter to Kallie Provencher at RantChic)
I was at Barnes and Noble yesterday. I know what you're all thinking - but wait, we thought you hated going anywhere during the holidays! Well, I do. But I had to go to Barnes and Noble to get what was apparently the last, mangled copy of the map of the world in all of… Continue reading The Next Stage
Sometimes I get the impression that my friends that are moms are not really my mom friends. I don't know if that makes any sense, but people I have known and called friends for years don't seem to really identify with me as a mother. We don't really talk about our kids with each other.… Continue reading Can We Just All Agree To Abolish The Term ‘Tween’ Already?
Happy fucking New Years. Seriously. I hope you have a really nice fucking 2014. Eat a dick. That was directed at my 30-something friends, 30-something bloggy people, and 30-something colleagues in this illustrious career of a pajama jeans-wearing, ass-wiping Stay At Home Mom. The rest of you can skip the dick eating. Unless of course… Continue reading Just When I Thought My 30s Could Not Get Any More Annoying, New Years Eve 2013 Rolled On In
Are you in your 30s? I am. I mean I'm really 28. Again. But according to my driver's license I am officially a 30-something. Screw you, DMV. In any event, I am still really good friends with a lot of my friends from high school. And as the years have gone on, people I knew… Continue reading 4 Ways Our 30s Are Still Very Much Like High School
To the writer of "Dear Mom On the iPhone" - This morning I woke up and served breakfast for everyone in the house. I sat down to eat my own, and as I always do, I checked my email, Twitter, and Facebook. I did miss the moment when my daughter spilled milk all over the… Continue reading To The Writer Of “Dear Mom On the iPhone”
Hah! Man ... did I fool you suckers. There would be so many terrible, terrible; horrific things about me saying those words in earnest. For one, that would have necessarily required me to experience an awkward 30 seconds with my husband some time in the last month. Yes, that's right: Poor Nick and I would… Continue reading “I’m Pregnant!”