Toddler Bedtime is the Absolute Worst
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Of course you have, but I don’t care because this is my blog and I do what I want. Does that sound like the voice of someone who had…
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Happy Blogiversary to Me!
It’s been one year since I started this here blog, and a lot has gone down since December of 2013. There have been some tragedies, including a second miscarriage and the death of my cousin, but…
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All I Want for Christmas is to Poop in Peace
Is that too much to ask? When I sat down with my in-laws to discuss Secret Santa presents, and we all went around the table saying what we wanted, I secretly yearned to whisper this phrase:…
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This Thanksgiving, I’m Thankful for a 40-Dollar Mouth Guard
And family and friends and blah blah blah. But if it weren’t for this silly little plastic piece I picked up a few days ago, those same family and friends that I’m so thankful for would…
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November is Mental Hibernation Month
November may be best known as Movember, the month in which the menfolk decide to piss off their ladies by growing spiny patches of facial hair “for a cause” (that cause being laziness and the ability…
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My Cousin’s Big Fat Italian Wedding
This past weekend, my entire Italian family (including a few cousins from the motherland) gathered together to watch my beautiful cousin Christina say “I do.” Nothing makes Italians more Italian than a wedding. We stood for…
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Our Ant Problem Is Turning Me and Alex Into Crazy People
About a week and a half ago, Alex discovered a few ants convened on the floor by our garbage can and promptly flipped out. Being born and raised in rural back-country, a few ants never bothered…
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I’m Embracing the Sexy Halloween Costume This Year
When I went trick-or-treating as a little girl, I didn’t see streets lined with sexy Cinderellas and Sleeping Beauties and Snow Whites. Sure, there were the old standards—witches and ghosts and pumpkins—but I don’t remember the costumes…
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This Old Scruffy Shelter Dog Stole My Heart
On Monday, I lay on the floor of my office rolling over a tennis ball, trying to break up the tightness still present in my back nearly a week after my second epidural shot. With no…
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My Mom Told Me I’m a Good Mother, So the Apacolypse Is Nigh
Italian mothers have two jobs: feeding you, and making you feel bad about yourself. They don’t do the latter out of spite. Their intentions are good, and in the end, they motivate you to become a…
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