In classic Heather Armstrong fashion, I have ended the year with a bang. Meaning, an emergency trip to the chiropractor. I pulled something in my neck yesterday at the gym and have been an unbearable human being ever since, as opposed to the delicate asshole I usually am. Tyrant was the one who suggested I [...]
I take back anything I ever said about horrible Utah winters. At least for the next 38 seconds. December 2010 Blizzard Timelapse from Michael Black on Vimeo.
This could totally be a picture of me and my hippy mother had my mother been a hippy and not a conservative housewife. Not that Cami is a hippy, or at least, you didn’t hear that from me. I mean, I don’t think you could count on her to score you any great weed.
It started last week when Leta’s tummy ache transformed into three huge heaves of orange Gatorade puke all over my lap. Then Marlo got diarrhea two days later. The following morning Chuck puked six times, once on the most expensive piece of furniture in our house. No, dogs can’t catch the flu, BUT PLAY ALONG [...]
Utah’s capitol building. Where the Mormons get to vote on the beer they don’t drink. Smiley face!
I’m about to tell you a story that involves a dog fart and how it almost killed me. What? You didn’t come here for that? Do you want to hear about the stretch marks on my butt? Because I haven’t gotten nearly enough mileage out of those suckers, except maybe when I discovered Marlo sitting [...]
We got all our wrapping done BEFORE Christmas Eve! Lucky for Chuck!
The days leading up to the shortest day of the year plus the general stress of preparing for the holidays plus all around gloomy weather equals bouts of crying for no reason. Or maybe that’s just my period.
You have to wonder if every father sees the his daughter’s boyfriend (or girlfriend, for that matter) in this exact way. I know Jon will, except we don’t own guns.
Over the weekend we put the finishing touches on Leta and Marlo’s playroom. It used to be stuffed floor to ceiling with random toys and puzzles and games, no rhyme or reason or organization whatsoever. So we made Leta sit down with us and whittle her collection of things to a manageable few, and the [...]