Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
I have been on this major make-my-house-awesomer kick lately. I think a few things have inspired it (prepare yourself for the longest run on sentence ever): my secret desire to move to a brand new house that is dashed by the fact that I will never be able to sell the money trap I live in love my neighborhood, my not so secret abhorrence of
Holiday cards. I love them. I make them to send each year and I actually keep all of the ones that I get and used them to decorate my house each holiday season. But also, so expensive. I’m a photo artist, I get the reasons why. But man, this year I came thiiiiiis close to just not sending them. And then, Artifact Uprising. I just
I asked my Facebook friends for some posting inspiration recently and it seemed that people were in the mood for a fresh post on making your grammar more accurate and less embarrassing. Dat’s wassup! I love helping people look and feel smarter! I know. You feel like judging me right now because I started a post about bad grammar with bad grammar. That’s what we
If there is one surefire way to ensure our friendship dies a fiery death it’s showing up at my house unexpected. Instant unfriend. And, I’m not talking about on Facebook. I’m talking about in real life. Only, like it’s more of a conscious decoupling that only I know about. Because I hate confrontation. And I would never unfriend someone to their face for being inconsiderate
There are few things filthier than a dude’s hamper. Everything inside is smelly and sticky and dirty and foul. And real talk, I hate, hate, hate doing it. It’s not the grossness factor though. Over 13 years in the Dude Mom-ing game and I’m all good with the nasty. It’s the sheer quantity that I hate. If I had to make a list of things
Finding ways to make mommying easier is a life goal of mine. I want to waste less time cleaning and organizing and cooking and dictating and driving all kinds of people to all kinds of places so I have more time for eating cookie dough while my kids are at school soaking up these young family moments that are rushing away from me. I suck
I like to shop. I like putting outfits together. I like finding new trends. I like walking around Marshall’s and digging through heaps of misplaced items to find hidden gems of stylish awesome and then clutching them to my chest as I rush to the register and party on the inside. But, I also appreciate a good buy because honestly, I can’t really afford to
Two weight loss posts in one week? I know, I know, I don’t want to beat this chunky horse to death, but after yesterday’s post when I went on and on about how hard it is to lose weight and how it took me nearly two years, buckets of tears, and more than one program (Medifast is what I’m trying after also doing Weight Watchers,
