You know those places in town that call themselves health spas, but everyone knows they are totally whore houses?
I mean, what kind of health spa sets up shop in an old bait shop and puts bars and black out shades on every window?
You're not fooling anyone, secret hookers!
Holy crap, I love … [Read More...]
So, I had a baby.
And she's lovely, and wonderful, and she smells like fairy dust and cookies.
She is delicious.
I could eat her.
Childbirth was magical.
My body became an embodiment of the soul of mother nature, my insides twisting and … [Read More...]
Today I am 28.
My golden birthday.
I would love to find myself in a booth somewhere eating a whole lobster and downing Blue Moons. But, alas, that is not in the cards at this point.
Very, very soon.
So today, in place of my yummy beer and lobster fest, I am … [Read More...]
Lots of sex. Doggy style. And lots of walking.
Thanks for the tips overweight former male teacher from grade school.
I love unsolicited labor advice when I am randomly standing in line behind you at the pharmacy.
Especially from hairy, fat dudes from my … [Read More...]
It just hit me I am going to have three kids.
I was in the bathroom, totally hating myself for the spicy chicken sandwich I picked up from Wendys and practicing some none hideous pushing the baby out faces in the mirror with the door locked, and the boys were literally trying to break the door … [Read More...]
When you can't drink.
And you spend the whole time running after your kids.
So they don't break something (an urn).
Or lose something (heart medication/erection pills).
Or die (nosehair clippers in the socket).
So, I spend the day all hot and sweaty.
Repeating 20 … [Read More...]
I have been pregnant three times.
I can't really say I've glowed through any of them.
In fact, I have no knocked up pictures from round one, and since I was carrying the weight of dos pregnancies the second time around, I have zip from that experience either.
The only documented proof I … [Read More...]
So, I know why you are all here.
I'm like a time bomb.
Did she pop?
Is she live vlogging the birth?
Will she poop on the table?
And the truth is, no. I didn't pop...yet. I am not vlogging the birth, as I can in no way verify what the fuck things even look like down there anymore. … [Read More...]