Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one. I've said many versions of that over the course of the years writing on this blog. And in life, in general. It's probably one of the only cliches I can really get on board with. I'm just not a big fan of them - at least as far… Continue reading I Am – At My Core – A Sanctimommy.
I ask myself often: do I live in the ghetto? No, not really. I live in the suburbs. But as time has gone on, and we've moved from one nice area that turned out to be not-so-nice, to another, I've come to realize something: the suburbs may be synonymous with the ghetto. We moved on… Continue reading Am I Destined To Live In the Ghetto?
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
Unless you live under a rock, or are involved in a much more catastrophic, international crisis (like the one going on over in Iraq; yeah - hello - did people forget about that one?)...then, you are aware of a few certain tragedies that occurred over the last few days; most discussed being the deaths of Robin… Continue reading WWRWD? (What Would Robin Williams Do?)
If you are a close and personal friend, or you follow me on any number of my social media outlets (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest - I'm a bit of an Internet whore), then you know I got a dog roughly two months ago. You would know this because my dog is basically all I've talked… Continue reading I Have Another Baby, and This One Is My Favorite
Every once in a while, we have to take a step back and ask ourselves: am I spinning my wheels? Am I running on empty? Is something burning me out? Two things happened last night - besides that whole food thing I wrote about earlier today - that contributed to me sitting on my ass… Continue reading For sitting on my ass about 10 hours, I sure got a lot done today
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