Just Trying To Overcome Dysfunction, Functionally
See this portrait of a mother and son? How beautiful, right? Okay, I look half sun stroked and Jp has a busted lip (what’s new? Boys…le sigh.) but it’s a lovely moment captured in history thanks to my handy dandy iPhone. Yeah…that was before I tried to leave. I had forgotten in the winter months…
Read more The Road to Tantrum Town was Paved with Good Intentions…
No, seriously, thank you. I pined and cried and whined like a 15-year-old girl to be on Freshly Pressed. I wanted it so bad that I could taste it, which is well chronicled here if you’ve been hanging around long enough. I got so frustrated that I actually dropped the microphone and walked away from…
Read more Thank you, Freshly Pressed, for ruining Freshly Pressed for me…
I totes have a “mom crush”. It’s like a woman crush only…well, I’m sure you get the point. Who is the lucky lady? Why, she’s Nicole Knepper, writer of the blog and subsequent book: Moms Who Drink And Swear I know, right? I also enjoy drinking and swearing while rearing a tiny human so, of…
Jp is going through a phase. Yeah, it’s a year long phase called the “terrorizing three’s”. Let me just put it like this to paint a picture for you: if a fully grown adult acted in any way like he does on a daily basis, they would most certainly be forcibly institutionalized for extreme schizophrenia…
Read more Mommy Needs A Pair of Earplugs and Glass of Pinot Noir, Please…
Okay, I know that I am not terribly old. Probably a few years off of elderly and there still isn’t any gray amidst my electric blue locks. No, I am certainly not a granny by any stretch of the mean. But I think that technology is aging us. It is moving along at such a…
Read more The “Get Off My Lawn” Rant…About Concerts, No Less.
I have learned over the past few years a lot about the intricacies of love. And even more about family. One of the main things that I have concluded in this research is, Amber’s Law of Love: You cannot truly believe that you love someone if, at least once a week, you don’t contemplate killing…
