A while back I made the comment that I was trying to spend some time with extended family members outside of funeral homes. This past weekend I was finally able to do just that. Somehow, the entire thing was planned over Facebook as every one of us (with the exception of my mother) is a member. Mom?...

If I could just direct your attention to the top of this page where I’m all “Cheaper than Therapy� for a moment… (Unless you are reading this in a feed reader in which case just know that if you click through to the actual website where this blog lives, there is a pretty banner up at the top...

I’ll confess. I’ve watched it in the past. But I can honestly say that it’s been several years since I’ve even been able to claim I could pick the current “Bachelor� or “Bachelorette� out of a lineup. So last night as Patrick and I were getting all snuggled into bed after watching ou...

As evidenced by my waistline, I’m not really a picky eater. I’m fairly brave and I’ll try just about anything as long as it isn’t in possession of a head when it hits my plate. Except for olives. I don’t know, maybe they are my kryptonite. Mainly the black ones but I stay away from the gre...

When I was about 17 years old, I watched a movie that profoundly affected the way I viewed life. It was one of those movies that haunts you and if you had known me at that age and you were to watch this movie along with a couple of others you would have basically said to yourself… “Wow. That exp...

There was a time when Patrick read this blog frequently. Much like there was a time when I posted here frequently. (Remember those days? The good old days? Yeah, neither do I… moving on…) And during those times I used this website somewhat… well… I’ll refrain from calling it passive-aggres...

Dear Winston Archibald Churchill- Look MAN. This shoe fetish you have? Lovely. It does prove that you were meant to be mine. And yes, mommy does have some great, dare I say YUMMY shoes… But here’s a thought… Let them be yummy to your EYES. Because if I have to enter the house and see the carna...

Back fifty bajillion years ago, I used to talk about wanting a baby. Do you even remember that whole infertility thing? Was it a phase? No. It wasn’t. I assure you, I still carry those Punk-Ass Ovaries and Busted Uterus around with me on a daily basis. We’re tight like that. But what happened? D...

My mother was one of the “crafty� moms. My sister and I always had bows and socks that matched a sweatshirt or a T-shirt and they had ribbons or bows or paint on them and I assure you that we had all made them together and a good time was had by all. Hey. Stop rolling your eyes. It was the eight...

One of the things I remember most clearly about my childhood is that it was crowded. Not crowded in a “Hey get the hell off my foot and give me back my damn Barbie you dumb stranger� kind of way but crowded in that there were always lots of people around. Aunts, uncles, cousins, people I loved v...