I’ve been slacking on this whole “work” thing like crazy [imagine that] and haven’t checked my email in a coon’s age. So, imagine my chagrin when I sat down at my laptop this morning, coffee in hand, and checked my email only to find a rather shitty email about my post that I wrote on… Continue reading As Big As the Sky
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The Dentist Who Ruined It All for Me
Several years ago, my wisdom teeth were giving me all kinds of grief. Since I was a young college student who made about 7k a year, I didn’t have the cash to get those damn teeth cut out of my head. My mom gave me a trip to the dentist as a birthday present and… Continue reading The Dentist Who Ruined It All for Me
The Note – A Short Story
I wrote this when we still lived in Florida and Tucker was still in the Navy. I can specifically remember Tucker getting home from watch – midnight maybe – and Cara was in bed and I was sitting out on our porch, chain smoking, and Tucker came up to me and I raised a hand… Continue reading The Note – A Short Story
Fair is Fair
I’m not quite sure how I ended up on Chris Brogan’s newsletter mailing list but I’m not complaining since I rather dig the guy. There is a point. Bear with me. In this newsletter that I got today there was a part that has stuck with me through all of the stuff that has happened… Continue reading Fair is Fair
I Can’t Do Wordless

It’s Wednesday and I thought that I would jump back into the Wordless Wednesday foray but soon realized that I lack the ability to just post a picture with no words. I took these pictures of the kids yesterday. When Cara was a wee lass, we took HUNDREDS of pictures of her. Every day I… Continue reading I Can’t Do Wordless
What Would You Like To See?
Did you ever have a boyfriend who you just kept coming back to no matter what they did or how much you didn’t want to come back? That’s how I feel about this site. OK. Maybe that’s not fair. I started this website as an extension of a message board journal. The journal was decently… Continue reading What Would You Like To See?
All By Myself
This weekend is Tucker’s “drill weekend” so I’m home alone. Cara is with Mom and Oliver is napping and I’m sitting on the couch with Oscar the Cat and my laptop and we’re watching Paranormal State on A&E. Tucker left last night after he had bathed Cara and after tossing her cranky ass into bed… Continue reading All By Myself
Hanging On
I was going to write a “birthday post” since yesterday was my birthday but once I got the thing started last night, I reread it and the thing bored ME to tears so I could only imagine how thrilled you would be to read it. So instead of boring you with the details of my… Continue reading Hanging On
Hope Someone has Our Backs
Call me crazy [cause many have] but we’re braving Target tomorrow. I know, I know. What the hell are we thinking?! But you see, we go through milk so quickly that we should just tie a cow up out back and I have to get a roasting pan for the brined turkey that I’m doing… Continue reading Hope Someone has Our Backs
Pregnancy and Permission Slips

As you might have guessed from this post, Tucker’s getting fixed. Am I the only one whose brain instantly goes to a dog being neutered? Wonder if Tucker’s going to have to wear one of those cones around his neck? I know he has to wear “scrotal support”. When I read that I think of… Continue reading Pregnancy and Permission Slips
Wet and Sleepy

Aw the joys of motherhood. There’s nothing like being woken up three times by something wet and slightly cool on your back. Oliver’s dessicated umbilical stump still hasn’t fallen off and I have to fold his size 1 diapers down so that they don’t cover up the nasty, black thing. I’ve tried cutting a cute… Continue reading Wet and Sleepy
Memphis Bound

I’m going to Memphis today! Woo HOO! That’s right, folks. I made it to this weekend. My cervix rocks! Well…in all honesty I thought that I was going to be holding a screaming ball of baby boy this morning but the contractions slowed down and went away. At one point the stupid things were four… Continue reading Memphis Bound