It’s no secret to anyone who has read this website that my husband is my most favorite person in the whole wide world, and I’m pretty sure that many of you have reached a point where one more mention of how cute I think he looks in protective goggles is totally going to make you [...]
I’m pretty sure I’m going to give birth to an 8-lb Nacho Cheese Dorito.
For hoping that this baby doesn’t decide to make her entrance into the world during the season premiere of “Survivor.” She needs to get her priorities straight early.
Tell me that I’m not allowed to go into labor until after I run a few errands for you. What do you want me to do, CROSS MY LEGS?
The Spiraling, Ridiculously Flawed Logic of an Unmedicated Mind That Seriously Needs to Be Medicated, Like, All the Time
age 8: My parents fight a lot. I make straight A’s in all my classes, but they still fight and my mom still cries all the time. I’m obviously not trying hard enough to make them happy. They are going to get a divorce and neither of them will want to live with me. I [...]
Tell me to recompile my kernel. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like a lot of fun.
Louder than a chainsaw at arm’s length
Although the official closing ceremonies on the kichen remodel occurred a little over two weeks ago, it has taken Jon and me that long to realize that we have to go back to a normal way of living, to days not spent roaming the aisles at Home Depot and nights not spent scraping or crushing [...]
The scariest thing about this whole baby thing is knowing that I won’t be able to say to her, “You’re poopy? Your mom will change your diaper when she gets home.” I WILL BE THE MOTHER.