In no particular order…

By |2017-06-14T15:09:34-04:00September 29th, 2008|Marriage, Pop Culture Addiction|

1. Pft. I am a tough sell. I've known this for a while, but after your 8374756382940 Dear John letters, it starts to hit a nerve. Bottom line. I curse too much, use lewd language, and set a tone that generally doesn't jive with most publication standards. Especially of the mommy variety. Oh, and PR [...]

The Scarlet Letter

By |2017-06-14T14:18:22-04:00September 12th, 2008|Marriage|

I have sex. You know, with my husband...mostly...I don't own stock in D batteries for nothing (wink, exaggerating darling, you are a tiger in the sack. roar.). So yeah, I said it. Please note my keen ability to announce to the world wide web my gift for getting it on, yet when it comes [...]

Running (er briskly walking) with the devil

By |2017-06-14T16:30:27-04:00July 25th, 2008|Marriage|

I fee like I have gotten fat. That's because you have. Seriously! You've noticed?  Noticed what? That you can't fit into anything, your arms have bat wings, and you have been secretly photoshopping your double chin out of the 4th of July picnic pictures? Um, yeah, I've noticed. Wow, I appreciate your candor. I guess [...]

Second Base

By |2009-03-30T17:25:53-04:00March 25th, 2008|Musings|

I was beyond over joyed to learn that my work-a-holic, barely home hubby had the day off yesterday. This almost never happens. Ok, to be honest, I was overjoyed at 10am...then it kinda slipped to thrilled by noon, and suffocated by 3pm. It's not that I don't adore him to absolute pieces (because I SO [...]

Thank you Dark Continent! Goodnight!

By |2011-06-16T16:31:54-04:00January 30th, 2008|Musings|

Ok, what is sexier than a rock star? You know, messy hair, 5 o'clock shadow, ripped jeans, tattoos, smelling of old whiskey and angst, up on stage, playing the guitar. Everyone woman loves them, and every guys wants to be them. They are pure sex. Ya know whats not pure sex? Sitting on a smelly [...]

Give Me the Simple Life

By |2011-06-16T16:36:24-04:00January 26th, 2008|Musings|

Let me start off by saying, my day would kick your day's ass, ANY day of the week. Typically, I am up at 4am, while the irish twins and spouse are still snoring away. I dread heading into the den, cleaning up whatever random snackings my husband left on the desk after a late night [...]