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Femelist 2004

Instead of doing a typical year-end review of things — I had a baby, and then I got really sad and angry, and then I ended up in a psyche ward, and now the baby has teeth, it was a good year — I thought I would open up a post about the women on [...]

Thinking

Dear Internet, Please, if you meet my husband in person do not refer to him as “My Little Temple Worker” because then I will have to kick your ass because he will have kicked mine for planting the seed in the first place. Love, She Who Reveals WAY TOO MUCH

Happy New Year’s Eve from Baby Chuckles

Typical Morning at The Armstrong Experience

The little booger woke up this morning at 6:18 AM. I absolutely loathe people who suggest that we keep her up a little later so that she will wake up later the next morning. THAT NEVER WORKS. Some sort of evil alarm goes off in her head between 6:30 – 7:00 AM every morning no [...]

Attack of the Holiday Hair

I tried a little experiment with the curlers. Not only did it work, but the curlers, THEY TOOK OVER. Be very, very afraid.

How to Charm Me

When I ask if you have heard about what happened to Petra Nemcova answer, “What? Did he get elected?”

In which I use one of my favorite new words

A few weeks ago I sprained my ankle while dancing to Neil Diamond with a married woman and a gay man. There was bourbon involved, but the sprain would have happened with or without it because even when I’m sober I am as graceful as a hippo taking a shit. Last week after the sprain [...]

Sunset over The Great Salt Lake

Santa’s Little Helper

On Christmas Eve we drove north to see Jon’s family, and while this may seem like the beginning of a happy holiday tale it is in fact not. This is the beginning of a story about how my husband almost lost my dog FOREVER. Chuck loves to go see Grandma because she feeds him potato [...]

How to Charm Me

Tell me that every time I call you or you call me that you have a Pavlovian response to head to the bathroom. That’s was friends are for.