Valentine's Day is this week. ARE YOU READY? Someone said this to me today when I was picking up my kids from tennis. I smiled and nodded, and said "what about you?!" In reality, I should have said "Dafuq? Ready for WHAT?" Valentine's Day, traditionally, is a huge disappointment for me. Most years, my husband… Continue reading Dinner For One
My husband works in film. Well, sort of. He works for a multimedia marketing firm that makes trailers, sizzles, and other promotional materials for upcoming movies (including those dumb, digital billboards you see at the mall). He's in the Disney division, so basically Disney movies have been forever ruined for us - not that he's… Continue reading The 6 Stages of Watching Movies With My Husband
There. Someone had to say it. I've written about family issues - generally speaking - on this blog before, and I am sure I'll write about them again. But when I go through the history of my posts on this issue (the family issue), I can see a change in me as I've aged. As… Continue reading Toxic People That Are Family Are Still Toxic
That may sound a little harsh. Of course I care about mascara, I wear it often enough to. Not often enough to obsessively buy your Younique 3D lash mascara that comes out with something new every two months. Not often enough to suddenly abandon my go-to make up brands for the occasional times that I… Continue reading I Don’t Care About 3D Mascara, Jamberry Nails, Facials, ITWorks Wraps, or Beach Bodies
It has been a well-kept secret that my husband and I cannot (apparently) have any more kids. I say apparently because nothing has been confirmed beyond that we are both physically capable and healthy. It could just be a matter of timing that will work itself out eventually. And then again, we really could be one of those… Continue reading I’m Sorry, Does My Infertility Make You Uncomfortable?
If you have been around this blog's block for a while, then you know I watch The Simpsons daily. I'm talking about reruns - we have roughly half the seasons on DVD and I watch them every night before bed, and also when I inevitably wake up at 3:13(ish) to ponder all of life's problems. I… Continue reading Roses Are Red; Violets Are Blue; You Will Die A Terrible, Terrible Death
Just the other day, I went to my husband's work. I don't often go, but when I do I always like to move things around. He works in film, so they have a lot of equipment - I especially like to fuck with that stuff. I make sure to spill things all over the machines… Continue reading An Open Letter To My Husband, Regarding Our Home