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I’m an Asshole. How I’m Trying Not to Be.

I’m an Asshole. How I’m Trying Not to Be.

You know the movie with Bruce Willis and the little boy who sees dead people? Well that’s me. I see assholes. They are literally everywhere. Walking around like regular people. And slowly over time I allowed it to change me. I became one of them. Only I didn’t know it.

OH FUDGE!!!

OH FUDGE!!!

Last year was an unmitigated disaster. I was overwhelmed and out of time. My pizzelles all stuck to the iron, my brand new cookie press broke without a single spritz emerging from the tube. I was literally a crying crumpled up mess on my kitchen […]

Life After Loss – Ectopic Pregnancy

Life After Loss – Ectopic Pregnancy

It wasn’t until the ultrasound tech excused herself from the exam room that I felt the familiar sting of tears. My husband squeezed my hand as we were delivered the news that the ER was waiting for us and we had to go “NOW”.

Play Time – Imaginative Play

Play Time – Imaginative Play

After having 4 kids it has amazed me how different they each are and it’s fun discovering their passions. I’m trying to get a grip on the toys we have and decide which toys are necessary and which toys are not. I’m also trying to determine what we may be lacking.

Back to School Lunches

Back to School Lunches

I spent months leading up to my son’s first day of kindergarten building my Back to School Lunches board on Pinterest. I bought Bento boxes and adorable little vegetable/fruit cutters to make fun little shapes. I even reorganzied my pantry with labled bins. But just as I sit down to start drafting my ‘Mother of the Year’ acceptance speech, one (or all of my kids) organize an uprising and suddenly all the painstaking work and organizing goes down the shitter.

Coconut Water – A Confession

Coconut Water – A Confession

It tasted like salt, sweat and dirt mixed together. If that wasn’t enough, then the aftertaste kicked in. It was as if someone had somehow bottled the toilet water from my little boy’s bathroom and turned it into a drink

The Target Trap

The Target Trap

My husband and brother-in-law both agree that there is something evil behind the scenes at Target. Something their wives aren’t telling them. Is it a cult? Does the big red bulls-eye somehow hypnotizing women across the country?