On the left side of the sanity bell curve
When I was in college, my wisdom teeth started bothering me. Despite how loud I can be, I actually have a small mouth and my teeth are more crowded than a car full of clowns right before the big reveal. I knew the teeth would have to come out; all of my friends had theirs… Continue reading Traumatic Dentist Appointment and a Loving Husband
When I was younger, my mom threatened to throw away all of the stuff that was left on the floor in my room. This happened a couple of times and one time she actually tossed the stuff. A few other times, she just bagged the stuff up and scared the crap out of me. While… Continue reading Cleaning the Kids’ Rooms
After getting surgeried, I took my pain meds like a good surgeried person. As one does. Unfortunately, the first prescription wasn’t enough and I had to call and get more. I was quite disappointed in myself. The pain’s gotten a lot better (It was mostly a gross ache, anyway.), I quit taking the meds and… Continue reading Wherein I Beat On Tucker and Had a Painful, Bad Day
Friday I had my first major panic attack complete with cold sweats, racing heart rate and general freaking the hell out. When I had my emergency induction with Cara back in ’06, a nurse with about as much skill with a needle as a lobotomized polar bear on crack (LPBoC) shoved an IV into the… Continue reading My Carpal Tunnel Release Surgery Story…Complete with Gifs!
Remember when I wrote that post about “getting shocked tomorrow?” Yeah, I forgot about it, too. And forgot to respond to Julie’s comment. Because I suck. Sorry, Julie. Anywho. I’ll get to the hand thing here in a sec but first I want to talk about the raging headache I’ve had all day. I’m talking… Continue reading Surgery Tomorrow
This New Year cleaning resolution tips post is brought to you by as part of a Type-A Parent Community Sponsored Post. Well, maybe these aren’t so much resolutions as they are a (somewhat) well-formulated plan of attack (PoA). A New Year’s resolution just seems like something you except to break. Everyone makes them. No one… Continue reading 3 New Year’s Cleaning Resolutions
Like shocked-shocked. Literally. With electricity. I’m not down for the shock thing. Ever. No, I do not want to put my tongue across your battery. (That’s not a euphemism though it totally should be.) Once is enough for me, thanks. That hot wire around your pasture? I am not touching it to see if it’s hot. Feel… Continue reading I’m Getting Shocked Tomorrow
One morning, when I was 14, I was quite rudely awakened by a knife in my stomach. At least that’s what it felt like. I don’t know how long I laid on the tiny, black and white tiles in my bathroom with nothing on but my birthday suit and just sweat. Buckets and buckets of… Continue reading That One Time I (Kinda) Had Cancer
I have lots of feels tonight, people so you’re basically going to serve as my best-friend/therapist/sounding board/something. Just listen. Err…read. And if you’re feeling all TL:DR, you can get to the main point by clicking here. This is a rather long, ranty, gif filled post of awesome but I know some of you can’t handle… Continue reading It’s Not OK To Let Your Dog Run Loose and You’re an Asshole If You Do
When you’re a gifted, worrying, perfectionist seven year old kid, sometimes all that worry can literally make you sick. I figured listing out the things that WERE going to happen (but maybe she was worried they wouldn’t) would give Cara, my kid, a few less things (20, actually) to stress over. Seems to be working. Maybe it’ll work for you, too. Even if you’re not a seven year old girl.
Even though there hasn’t been much new content here, I haven’t stopped writing. I got back into the habit of writing things out long-hand in my notebooks. This is how I started way back when I first started Taste Like Crazy. Cara was a (rather loud) baby then and I would sit on our porch… Continue reading On Partly Filled Notebooks and Corn Shuck Dolls
This year’s garden had three unexpected residents: crooked neck squash. I like squash just fine (sautéed in bacon grease with onions, thankyouverymuch) but Cara and Ollie hadn’t ever been exposed to the vegetable. This was a “teaching moment” and the kids would grow to love the bumpy, funny shaped, yummy, yellow things. Little problem though.… Continue reading You’re Now Part of the Inner Squash Thing Circle
