Live a Big Ass Dream for Me

Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →

You Can’t Make This Shit Up

See these pants? These are awesome pants. They are bright purple, fuzzy, AAH! Real Monsters pajamas. These awesome pants took her youngest to the bus this morning. The woman in these awesome pants had a feeling there were going to be problems, but didn't think about pants. Because she doesn't think about pants. Today, however,... Continue Reading →

Little Red Riding Hood is a Slut (Pt. 1)

My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →

Stuck

I am trying to write a poem.  It's been swirling around in my head for a week or so now, and every time I try to write it out, I think it's utter garbage and I hit enter until I can't see it on my MS Word screen anymore.  My "poetry" document is filled with pages... Continue Reading →

Murphy’s Law – Part 2

Murphy’s Law With back to school this week for my gang, I feel it is pertinent to make some additions to Murphy's Law of Motherhood: 7.  You are not waking children in the morning.  You are waking replicants of your childhood self as punishment for every morning you ruined for your own mother. Remember, pants... Continue Reading →

Holy Crap

Like a silent but deadly fart, I vanished without a trace.  I don't know if that made sense. Anyway, I'm going through about 7 million things presently.  Nothing bad, per se, but I really felt this need to shut up and get inside my own head.  It's funny, 2 or more years ago, I probably... Continue Reading →

O.M.I.B – Gravity

For the first time in, I don’t even know how long, I’m writing how I used to.  I’m in my bathrobe, my hair is soaking wet, and I’m listening to Maynard.  None of this is relevant, except maybe that I’m listening to Thirteenth Step album by APC. “What goes up, must come down” popped in... Continue Reading →

Summer haircuts!!

Lock wanted his hair cut like Corey Taylor.  I don't think I've ever seen him so happy and excited. Haha the coolest thing is when your kids fall in love with your loves. If I had my way, Lock would actually be named Corey Taylor, but Jack overrode me and we compromised with a character... Continue Reading →

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