Is it just me?
Is it just me or is this school year just not grooving yet? I cannot seem to fall into my lunch and snack making routine. I cannot get the hang…
10 things that I think are pretty bitchin’ about being 40-something
If you’ve been here before, you probably know that I usually lean towards complain-y lists that focus on all of the things that are wrong with me and my world.…
I am living with a serial killer and I have the proof
Totally not a joke. For a while I thought it was just a phase. A passing, twisted, gross phase. I’m not a cat person and I’m not a cat. I…
I no longer so much object to being fat, but I do object to these three fat’ish issues
Having been overweight (real or imagined) just about all of my life, I’ve pretty much come to terms with being the ‘funny’ one or the ‘smart’ one and not the…
Everyone uses vodka bottles as decor accents. Right?
So, this is not a secret, but it’s not generally something that I talk about. I don’t drink. And before this gets weird, it’s not that I can’t drink. I’m…
Here are a few things that I know to be true of me
In my life of seemingly never-ending existential questions, quandaries and crises and my ongoing efforts to sort through them all, I have decided to share a few things that I…
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At the end of the school year, I bake treats and write nonsensical letters
We all have our traditions, and this has become one of ours. In a nutshell, I bake treats for the teachers at the school where two of my smalls attend…
This week I done did these things
I blogged. I lost 7 pounds. I picked strawberries from our garden. I planted perennials in our front yard. I went for a walk with Mr. KB. Mr. KB and…
Does anyone else suffer from emotionally induced email dependency?
When things go horribly wrong, and someone who is important in my life is upset with me, or we’re arguing or disagreeing about an issue, depending on how much I…
I ate this (a blatant display of self-abasement)
and immediately felt guilty. I felt like a terrible person. I felt like a failure and a loser and bad parent and a poor example and really, quite honestly, worth,…